It’s days like these I wish I worked downtown again, instead of on a corporate campus in the middle of an industrial park.
When things got intense at the old job, I was able to get out in the fresh air, wander down the block to the local coffee shop, breathe the aroma, stand in line, shoot the (non work-related) shit with the barista, wait for my order, and wander back in the fresh air. The whole process didn’t take more than 15 minutes, but it was exactly the break I needed to clear my head and refocus on the task at hand.
Now, the closest thing to the office is a McDonald’s which is still a 10 minute walk away. The best I could do right now is head downstairs to the cafeteria for some rank office coffee, and a Snickers from the vending machine.
If it weren’t for the fact that they’re over $8/pack, and that whole black lung tar death thing – well it’s almost enough for me to consider taking up smoking again, just for the fresh air break.