Dinner break? Bah!

It was my first night on the job in 1993.  Although it wasn't the first job I'd ever had, I expected to be with the company for a long time.  On that first night of work, I was obsessed with taking the shortest possible dinner break.  There wouldn't be any 30-minute lollygagging for me.  I wanted to show the powers that be that I was a serious worker, so I bought a cinnamon roll from the vending machine, ate it in the hallway in record time, and got right back to work.  After all, I couldn't have my manager or co-workers think I was some slacker who consumed food.