Stop Eating at Your Desk Like a Sap

Sometime in the past 50 years, we went from leisurely three-beer lunches with co-workers to eating hunched over our desks while reading blogs about neighborhood food trucks. No one’s actually working more, but simply giving the appearance of working more. You didn’t see Sisyphus eating while pushing that boulder.
It’s a depressingly familiar sight: A broken person clutching a flattened sandwich, with their bleached office face lit by the sad glow of the screen, displaying work that is no way being completed. Often this horrid scene is interrupted by a supervisor’s question, causing a thin pickle to fall from the sandwich between the keys, where it rests until the company files for bankruptcy.
That’s a long way from the mythological hour-long lunch from ancient times. Co-workers would cheerfully feast and drink like the prisoners on the roof in The Shawshank Redemption, and just for a moment, feel like free men. Inevitably someone would get around to saying, “Well, it’s too late to head back to the office, we might as well go home.”
Today, millions across the nation eat at their desks like saps under the mistaken assumption that it increases productivity and saves time. You’re probably reading this at your desk during lunch right now, aren’t you? I certainly am.
Only one in five American workers take a lunch break, and a quarter of millennials agree with the statement, “I eat alone to multitask better.” We all like to believe that masticating in this manner somehow makes us a supremely efficient employee, one of those first at the office and last to leave types of people. But in reality, eating at your desk is only useful in a texting-while-driving type of way.
According to studies done by people probably eating at their desks, noshing away from your workspace reduces stress and has a restorative effect on the brain, meaning that the shitty ideas you have during those awful brainstorming meetings would be a little less shitty if you left the office more often. We should all just skip work entirely.
This doesn’t imply that you have to buy lunch every day at your local Arby’s or Chuck E Cheese. If you like to bring lunch from home—in my case a balloon and a can of Stagg—simply try to eat it away from work. Or do what I do: spend your entire lunch break going for a brisk walk, and then eat that homemade lunch at your desk. What matters is getting away to remind yourself of the other worlds out there, worlds where the excel columns of life are filled with trees and sunshine and pretty girls in gingham dresses. This sentence would have been better had I left for lunch today.