Check out the girl in the Harbor Tunnel
crawlin' to work six feet under
and the day has barely begun
They're all chewing gum
and laughing at the voice on the crackling radio station
Lead us not into Penn Station
'cause the best part's just begun
We're all becoming one again
It still hasn't worn off. I'm headed to New York for work from the 12th through the 15th, and, predictably, I'm excited. Chris underwhelm may never understand it, but I love going to the city. I like the ritual of the all-night, cross-country commute: PDX to Newark to the train to Penn Station to sidewalk to the 7 a.m. cacophony of sights and sounds and smells and colors and people. I feel optimistic and energetic when I'm there, as if anything's possible. And this time, I get to share it with Jesse jes5199! I've never gotten to share the experience with anyone before, except my former supervisor, and he wasn't really into sharing experiences.
I know it wouldn't be the same if I lived there, but I really do miss working in an office. I miss going to work.
I'm contemplating getting a CubeSpace membership. It seemed crazy at first: why would someone not only choose to work in a cubicle, but pay $250 a month for the privilege of doing so? But the more I think about it, the better it sounds. Just the side effect of having a reason to ride my bike for an hour every day is pretty compelling. And I'd be more likely to show up for all of the user group meetings that happen there, and I'd get to see more of fine people like Beth linettasky. There are other intangibles, too, that I never thought about until I started working from home. (Offices have break rooms; break rooms have newspapers and magazines lying around. If they're there, I'll pick them up and read them and learn things.) And, finally, as Beth pointed out, coffee's included in the price, and it's kind of embarrassing just how much of a difference that makes for me.