Aside from the fact that I am constantly bloated with muffin carbs, and from the fact that I really am in no position to be buying a $3 chai and a $1.50 muffin every day, I should really find another place to work because I always invariably end up, somehow, next to a couple who bow their heads to publicly pray–outloud–before they eat their grilled focaccia sandwiches.
I end up feeling equally annoyed and ashamed. In circular fashion. Annoyed that I feel ashamed that I didn’t give thanks for my own muffin–though god knows he’d just be telling me not to eat it, anyway. And annoyed that I would feel such a thing in the first place. Ashamed that I feel annoyed–ashamed that I would expect anyone have to censor themselves in my presence.
I should just go to the library. Their server blocks iChat, which keeps me off the IM. No one is really talking at all there, so I won’t have to worry about eavesdropping and hearing stuff that isn’t meant for me. I only have to walk quickly past the new releases* section and NOT look to see if they’ve got the new _Runner’s World_.
I just can’t drink coffee, or anything at all, there. And I need something to do with my hands and face intermittently while I’m writing, or else I can’t think of anything to say.
*The last time I worked at my public library, I walked out with an armful of books, one of which is Hack , a book written by a woman my age who quit her office job to drive a cab in NYC. And she started blogging. And she got a book out of the deal. It’s a fairly quick read (1.5 nights for me, and I’m slow), and it gets a little repetitive near the end, but I’m fascinated by the new phenomenon that is “blog-then-book-deal.”