Free food…

December 9, 2008 at 8:23 pm | Posted in gastronomy, the firm | Leave a comment
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…is usually never a good idea. Why do I always forget that? It’s not as if, just because it’s free, you should eat it (all of it). To wit: I just braved the 7:30 dinner rush in the firm cafeteria. I was starving (7:30 is too late for me to be having dinner) and got caught up in the rush of the person slinging “brown” (it was more like orange) rice, watery squash and fried scallops (questionable, but delicious) onto plates as fast as she could. I got caught up in the free bags of chips, the free cookies. And everyone scarfing it all down in 10 minutes to get back to his or her desk. And now I feel utterly gross. I mean, so gross I just don’t know what to do with myself. My coworker, with whom I “dined”  is about to hit the gym (after that meal? At this hour? More power to him). Oh well. I shall just start afresh tomorrow.

Checking in…

December 4, 2008 at 4:33 pm | Posted in little bug, the firm, yoga | Leave a comment
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My week thus far:


I went to yoga for the third time since my “I’m committing myself to yoga” post.  It was an hour-long “sunrise yoga” (or something like that) class at this new place on Boylston Street, literally a three minute walk away. Quite convenient, except that the class was form 6:30-7:30 a.m. – again, sort of tricky when your husband needs to leave for work at 7:30.  The class was a bit more gentle than I’m used to, but I’m coming off a 10-day cold, so it was perfect.  (Otherwise, I have not exercised since the Monday before Thanksgiving.  Almost two weeks!  My body was basically rigid, so the class was nice.)


I “worked late” for the first time – until 9:30 p.m..  There is a whole culture of “working late,” formerly unbeknown to me, which consists of free cafeteria dinners and free cab rides home.  The free dinner starts at 7:30 p.m., and the lines are almost as long as they are at lunch. (What recession? Actually, I wonder what the crowd was like before work became somewhat slow.)  Everything – the bags of chips, Gatorades, bottles of water, cookies – is free, so theoretically you can just pillage and keep stashes of food in your desk, although I found that idea a bit unsettling (dishonest?)  I saw a few people from the tax department waiting in line for dinner, but in general, I don’t think there’s enough work for people to need to stay late all that often these days. Still, I could see how if you didn’t have a child, or a spouse/significant other, staying late a few nights a week (heck, even with a spouse/significant other) is an attractive proposition:  bill your hours, get a free dinner and a free lift home.  I knew I was going to work late in advance – part of our new work/life balance initiative at home is that each of us will stay at the office late one night a week, in the hopes of alleviating some weekend stress caused by needing to put in a few extra hours of work in addition to shopping/laundry/family time – and it did make me less anxious all day:  I knew I didn’t have to rush anything so that I could be out the door at a certain time.  Still, even working 12 hours, I think I managed to bill about 9.5 hours total.


My mother is visiting, which always makes me feel like the weight of the world is off my shoulders.  Below, a picture she took on her iPhone (she has one, I don’t! But I’m over it… for now…) during an excursion with the Little Bug (clearly in need of a haircut. But where? How? Suggestions welcome…)



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