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20th December 2016
12:10am GMT
Office lunch. It’s a necessary evil, and the corporate streets of Dublin have stepped up over the years to offer a lot of variety in what you can eat on your midday break. But which do you choose? Do you bring lunch from home? Are you a burrito bro?
Your choice of lunch at work says a lot about you. Take a look, spot the place where your lunch comes from – and find out what you’ve been telling your office all this time.
It is either the beginning of the month and you’re feeling responsible, or it is the end of the month and you have 50c to your name.
If you’re responsible enough to pack your lunch outside of those two times, congratulations on all the employee of the month awards I’m sure you’re winning, you over-productive freak.
You are a bro. You probably work in finance or at a tech company where you wear flip flops to work. And your lunch today was almost certainly prefaced by the sentence: “Ah screw it, I’m getting a burrito.”
You are hungover, or you have completely given up. Or both.
You own or have considered buying a Fitbit. You have a favorite type of lettuce. You may have made this lunch choice as an apology to your body after a regrettable decision at the chipper last night. You are immaculately dressed.
You are feeling whimsical today! Everyone in the office knows you went to the market for lunch today, because you spent the entire morning saying, “Oo, should I get Thai? Or maybe, like, paella?”
Whenever someone shares an article on social media with the word “foodie” in the title, you click on it.
No one wants to hear you talk about your gym anymore. Stop it.
You overslept and couldn’t make lunch at home this morning, so you are paying for a €3 meal deal in 20-cent coins you scraped out of your coat pocket.
You can name at least two varieties of yoga. You earnestly believe that quinoa is “so last year”.
You have 400 or more followers on Instagram.
You are just really tired and honestly can’t handle choosing between sultanas and almonds at the salad store today, and you just want somebody to hand you a sandwich with, like, some meat and cheese on it.
The line was too long at Boojum.
Either your boss doesn’t know you’re here, or you are the boss.
Ready for lunch? Choose wisely.
