Everyday at 1 pm, all across the globe, people will celebrate with the official lunch time (plus minus 1 hour) by sitting in the sun, visiting KLCC, taking a joyride, having GOOD food. For us at LCCT, there can only be gloom, screams of anger and extreme unhappiness. There has been known cases of suicidal happenings and a near riot.
As per normal office routine, we too can not make a decision of where to eat and what to eat, not because of too many options as other offices in KL but because daily eating at LCCT is a real pain. We will have our fearless leader (rotation basis on the one who decides the lunch torture for the day) who will lead us to a choice of venue and food.
Eating is equally a pain with limited choices we have. For guests who have been to LCCT, you have experienced our pain. Only in our case take that pain your mind and times that by 365 days a year and an extra five times for repetitive pain. Its similar to being pulled apart into five pieces by horses or parachuting into a pool of crocodiles in physical terms.
After lunch everyday, we end up sitting still staring into empty space as we wonder what wrong we ever did to deserve this (I personally sat in my corner weeping once).
Most of the time, we end up banging our heads at the walls in frustration (also a reported case in one sent to nearby detention centre). All this despite us having a lounge, and that speaks volumes. People say that we eat to live. I dare the next one to say so to come work in LCCT and eat where we eat. To all guests who understand, do write in and we can share the pain.
To all my colleagues and lunchmates, heres to the collective pain (did I mention pain already). And as I finish this post, its nearly 1…the pain!!!!!!!!