Work is a very boring place.
It just is. Actually, it really depends on who is there with you to make it a great experience. But they can’t be with you all the times…
When I’m at my desk for example I really have no one to chat with. So, I am prone to daydream ,and sometimes I carry that to other places in the office.
Namely, the restroom.
Now I’m going to refrain from 97% of the gross things and stories I can tell you about our restroom.
But one of the best features of our lavatory situation is that… the toilets don’t flush.
They just don’t.
You have to wait and flush the toilet 2-3 times to make sure that all your business is history. (And honestly, most people don’t)
So you have a lot of time to decide what you want to do…
I know people fix their hair, write a few texts…
But not me… I daydream.
Sometimes I practice bellydance arms. Sometimes I count the tiles.
Sometimes I pretend the grout lines are a tightrope to walk on.
And boy oh boy, do you have the time to perfect your balance in there.
2 thoughts on “I Walk the line”
Bellydance arms ought to go well with tightrope walking practice. A regular Cirque de Solei experience. Now all you need is a trapeze or those long flowing fabric things and you’ll be flyin’ !
That would be ideal. I’m really the queen of walking in a straight line now!
I need a little parasol too, so I can be shaded while being death defying :)