I just got back from my second lunch of the day. It's not quite "Fourthmeal", but fantastic nonetheless. At roughly 11:27 am on Monday, July 13th, half of the lights in the front office lost power. A woman quietly strode into the workspace area, the only sound being the click of her stiletto heels on the thinly carpeted floor with nothing separating it from the concrete subfloor below. Not really, but I thought it would be cool to make it sound like a detective story because Bill grew a mustache, and all he can talk about now is his first wife and Dennis Franz.
Pretty soon after the power went out, I decided to go to lunch because I was unable to actually get any work done at my desk. The midday meal was brief, as it only took a short while to eat my Big Mac and throw a couple of McDonald's Cokes down my gullet. Upon returning to the office, I learned that the other half of the electricity had gone the way of the sabre-toothed tiger and wooly mammoths of days long past and freaking died. All that remained was a warehouse full of medical devices, medical device paraphernalia, and an office filled with post-modern day computing equipment, left exactly as it was when the power went off almost a full 45 minutes earlier.
After a physically, mentally and emotionally draining half hour of sitting in the loading dock with some co-workers, the decision was made to make the trek to the local wing joint for what was most appropriately termed "Second Lunch". This meal is a close cousin of the traditional Hobbit "Second Breakfast", but as you can most likely devise, this meal consists of lunch instead of breakfast.
While I didn't actually eat anything on my "Second Lunch", the time spent NOT at work was a welcome addition to my day. For the time being, I am stuck at my desk with our email servers still down and my desk phone on hold with some unknown number playing all different sorts of Muzak through the external speaker. The voice that periodically interrupts and says "Please hold, we'll be right with you", also has a calming effect. I hope something happens soon, because I'm about to tear my ears out through my throat.