Matthew sat at his desk eating a lunch of sardines, hot sauce, and crackers. Not a perfect lunch, but the health benefits of sardines were to bountiful to be ignored.
The best part about Matthew's work day was his lunch. It was the only time, while at work, that he could do what he wanted without worry of being accused of slacking off. He pulled his headphones from his desk and put them into his iPhone to watch a short television show while he ate.
Suddenly the assuming boss walked around the corner just as he had put away his food.
His bosses' eyes narrowed into tiny slits of disapproval. Matthew knew what was going on and quickly informed his boss that he was at lunch; although he knew his boss already knew he took lunch break from eleven to noon.
"Good," said his boss. "Because I was going to have to say something to you about that. I'm glad you volunteered that information."
Matthew's boss, knowing he was at lunch, proceeded to talk to him about work related activities. As he spoke Matthew felt his anger rising and with it his anxiety. Could he get not a single moment of peaceful respite from the demands of his unorganized work environment?
By the time Matthew's boss left his cubicle he was displeased to find that he had two minuets left of free time. His boss had eaten into his lunch break with work related tasks conversation.
Matthew dwelt on the event and other events like it and knew he was justified in his apathy towards his job. No... Not his job. Work was easy for Matthew - it was dealing with the inconsiderate people that really bothered him. It saddened him to know and be reassured on a daily basis that people were selfish; their natures compelling them towards personal ends.
"Maybe one day," said Matthew, sending out a plea above. "Maybe one day I will get one lunch break to myself instead of being bothered."