As we speak, I am sitting on a bench outside my work, writing this on my company issued iPhone. It’s 71 degrees. College-aged kids speed by on bikes and skateboards, in shorts and backpacks. Many one handling a Starbucks in the process.
- Random at work scenery, as seen via crappy cellphone camera.
In the background I hear the laughs and screams of 40-50 small kids frolicking on the lawn, oblivious to the fact that they are attending summer camp at one of the most prestigious universities in the world.
It is times like this that I think to myself, “I wonder if I grew up around here, if I would be jaded and unimpressed as the children appear to be?”
Sometimes- about 3-4% of the time, I wonder what the heck I’m doing here. More to the point, how the heck did I get here?! Meanwhile in my hometown it’s predicted to be around 103 degrees for the rest of the week. I know exactly what I would be doing at my old job right now. It wouldn’t be as hectic or hair wrenching as what is waiting for me when I return from my 1/2-a-lunch break (more on that later), but I wouldn’t be looking at girls in shorts, on bikes, in 70 degree weather, on the free corporate wifi. (minus the wifi. I’d have that.)
And this is just one of the reasons why I’ve forced myself- and my coworkers- into my very scheduled and predictable lunch break, where I leave my desk and take a brain-break from the never-ending madness. But also, to revel in this opportunity that has been presented to me. (And girls in shorts.)
Of course, during the minutes it took to write this, my boss has sent me three emails that I am not looking forward to replying to. Ah, such is life!
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