I made grilled cheese for my father in law in India where it was not insignificantly difficult to find “American” bread and processed cheese. It’s comfort food that crosses borders and cultures.
Edit: You United Statesians got that weird cheese thing right and I will die on that hill.
This might be a US thing. I have worked in — what I consider — pretty unfulfilling jobs, but they usually still insist I take my vacation time and remind me to take breaks. Maybe it secretly came back in my performance review in obscure ways so I might also be an idiot.