Caught

According to policy, we get an hour lunch and two fifteen minute breaks.
But they repurposed our break room so there's no where to steal away for a break.

So I choose a moment to de-stress by heading over to my blog.
Only to have whathisname walk by and I can tell by the way his gait falters that he's seen my screen and thinks I'm goofing off.

Maybe I need to put out a sign:  "I'm on a break."

There must be a way to update blogs by email.  If I could take a break without feeling guilty maybe I could figure it out.

Seriously.