On most days when, like today, I work alone from 2PM to 10PM, dinner is usually at 11PM or so. First, because being the personnel-on-duty, I feel responsible of every goings-on in the network. And so I do not want to risk leaving my post unmanned. Second, I do not like eating dinner alone so I’d rather sup when I get home after my shift. (I’d be the last to eat dinner but at least I'd have someone –like my mother- to talk with while I sup.)
But there are also times when I’m lucky to be paired with someone who likes to eat dinner on time. In these few times, I’d be thankfully full in the stomach by 8PM.
Now today, except for the guards, I’m working alone in the office. I didn’t bring dinner as I intend to eat at home. Tonight though, my stomach was unusually not cooperative and was already grumbling before 7PM.
But thanks to our former utility man who now works as part-time rigger* and who lives just ober da bakod. He came and first volunteered to buy for my meal (I have a hunch that one of the guards must have told him of my need) but ended up sharing some of his dinner with me. I offered to pay him but much to my embarrassment, he plainly refused to take any payment for the food.
*rigger – in telco speak, someone who install/troubleshoot equipment installed in towers.