Brilliant
Here is a tail of how I succeed at being brilliant, idiotic, gross, and inapropriate all at the same time at work.
It’s currently cold in SF.
Now if you’re from anywhere currently snowy, you are likely calling me a big fat p*ssy. Fine. I’m originally from Michigan where my hair, still wet, would freeze and be crunchy by the time I walked from my home to class while in Ann Arbor. I know cold. I really do. But having lived in the bay area as long as I have now, I’ve become a big candy pants. So be it.
So it’s cold.
And rainy.
And dreary.
And overcast.
My office fails to have successful central heating. In fact *cold* air is blowing in just above my desk. On my head. This displeases me to no end. So in brilliant thinks I go and get myself my big Nalgene water bottle and fill it up in the cafeteria with the hottest water available from the water cooler. This is good for a few reasons.
#1. It is warm and delightful and I put my hands on it which makes typing ever more pleasant.
#2. When it’s finally cooled I drink the water and become less dehydrated and actually get off my ass once in a while to walk around and at least hit the rest room.
#3. I forget that I need to eat lunch and sustain myself on a max of 22 M&Ms.
Normally, I just put my hands on the bottle of water or hold it on my lap for a bit before setting it down.
Not today.
Today I kicked off my shoes (just a little tight as they *are* adult-type shoes to go with the adult-type skirt and the adult-type sweater but not the adult-like me) and had a minor personal zen moment of delight and ecstasy as i rolled the bottle beneath my cold feet.
Warm feet delight the soul. Seriously.
After the bottle cooled a bit, I pulled it up from under my desk and started sipping the water.
Note to self: EVEN IF THE WATER IS PERFECTLY CLEAN AND GREAT DO DRINK,IT’S NOT NEARLY AS FUN WHEN YOU’RE SMELLING FEET. EVEN IF THEY ARE YOUR OWN FEET.
Yeah.
Just brilliant.
Thank goodness the door was closed on the office when I made that face. Jayzus.
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