I don't give a fuck what you do if you do your job correctly. You could come in late, leave early, drink bottomless mint julips in the break room, and drop acid, for all I care. But do your job correctly.
Open fridge, stand, stare. Cheese. Open fridge. Cheese. Open fridge. More cheese. I did get delivered-ingredient meal plans for two years to try and break the cheese thing. It takes away the decision and planning paralysis. But if I don't have anyone else to cook for, I revert to cheese.