Most of my working years I did my own thing, never punched a clock and never had to put up with this "clock out for meal" insanity. I played the Target game for (x) years and rather enjoyed the time. I just blew off the garbage and paid no attention to it. Most difficult part of the whole thing was getting up so damned early and the (some) juvenile inexperienced so called leaders prancing around with a dust broom up their ass playing post college low level management games with folks twice their age and 5x their experience. I was a glutton for punishment and played their game. They'd whine after work, get together and bitch and drink and I would go home and count my money and file flight plans for the day off.
