I found myself missing work this morning. I was rinsing the cups into the dishwasher and I bent down to move a fork and BAM it hit me. Today was the kind of day I'd be walking downstairs to get an afternoon treat at 3 oclock. It's raining out, my favorite. I loved rainy days at the office. Raincoats and boots on the commute. People answering the phone, being productive, nothing to distract anyone. Gray enough outside so you didn't feel like you were missing anything. No harsh sunlight, no hot day, no frippery skirts. Just tights and a pencil skirt with a long sleeve turtleneck... God I loved it.
And today I thought "My god, to be able to sit at a desk and produce work. To go down at 11:45 and spend 45 minutes on the eliptical, take a quick rinse off,throw my clothes in the gym laundry and get back up before 1. To just accomplish some task and then breeze on down with two other girls for a cup of joe. To wear something nice, to be 20.lbs lighter, to go out for a drink after, or read a book on the train."
I thought about walking down to Starbucks. Where I hated the service, the products, but that's where you went because Dunkins was for the mornings. I thought about ordering a large steamed fat free vanilla soy milk, no foam, with 1 shot of caramel. I thought "Oh my god, I miss work... It happened. I miss going to WORK"
Then I realized.
I just miss going for coffee.
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I miss it too. Maybe the actual work a little but the comraderie a LOT. The "we're all in this together" idea. During the day, as a mom at home, no ones in it with you. And, yes, the ease of stepping out for coffee, a salad, a bitch session, a laugh. Yup. I miss it, too.
Now excuse me while I go clean up vomit.
This is exactly the freedom that I missed when I was on my leave. The productivity, the get up and go. The damned cup of coffee.
It will be there for you when you come back, of course. It always will be. But that's not what you want to hear now.
Every cup of coffee and pencil skirt from now until you are back up and at 'em, I'll be sipping and wearing in your honor.
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