Everywhere I go! Smells!
Having finally overcome my yoga-practice distraction of, as one reader so succinctly put it, “wet cats and cheese”, I have discovered the inability to distract myself from the smells that assault me the rest of my day.
This is not very yogic of me.
Take, for instance, my new work location. Having moved from one floor to another, I now find myself sitting not on a dead end, as I did upstairs, but at the center of what is known in some areas of the world as a “roundabout”.
You must believe me when I tell you how excited I am to sit at the center of a hub accessing the elevators, the bathrooms, a conference room, and the “kitchen”.
It is the kitchen which is currently driving me to consider what is surely a lateral move in my career to full-time drinking.
Toast! Well, that’s first thing in the morning, isn’t it? Can’t start the day out without a couple pieces of toast!
What’s that? Snack time? Hey, how about some popcorn. Do be sure to burn at least one serving.
Lunch! There is a man here who has warmed up the same thing every single day since my move to this floor two months ago: lamb curry. At 10:00 in the morning.
I love curry, don’t get me wrong. But every day? What’s wrong with a sandwich? Or a bowl of soup? For cryin’ out loud, buddy, try the vindaloo!
I’m telling you, there are simply not enough people dedicated to making my life easier.
3 hours ago