You work strange hours when you’re making a TV show (or a movie, for that matter). You’ll come in at 7:00 one day and 10:30 the next. Sometimes you’re there for twelve hours, sometimes sixteen. You just never know.
One artifact of this, I believe, is that “morning” is whenever call time is, be it 6:30am or 2:30pm. It can be a bit strange, rolling into the office at a time most people are just getting done with work, and your boss says, “Good morning!”
The first meal of the day is always “breakfast,” even if they’re serving hamburgers at noon. The second meal is always “lunch,” and the third meal is, as you might assume, “second meal.”
When you work in the office, your eating schedule can get screwed up, since the office has to be open during normal business hours, regardless of the shooting schedule.
Some days, I come in at eight, but breakfast isn’t served until 10:30, by which point I’m about ready to eat my own foot. Then lunch is at 4:30, which confuses the hell out of my stomach, since it’s too late for lunch, but too early for dinner. If I eat now, I won’t be hungry when I get home, but then I won’t get breakfast again until maybe 11:00 the next morning. But if I don’t eat, I’ll be starving by the time I’m let go. What to do!
It’s existential quandaries like these that keep us tortured artists up at night.