Half hour, deducted from anything over a six hour shift. For an eight hour shift I get two ten minute breaks and one half hour lunch.
The problem is that my fat fucking cunt of a boss is a paranoid authoritarian that rules the department with an iron fist, and as such I have to be careful who I take lunch with, when I take it, and that I not exceed the thirty minutes otherwise she thinks I'm conspiring to stage a coup. No, I'm not kidding.
The sad thing is I used to have a job where we filled out our own time sheets, lunch was on the clock, we took as long as we wanted, and usually took the company car to a different town to eat then drove back. I still wish I had that job, but office politics forced me out when an ass kisser got promoted and started to shake things up.