Attempted social life…
So, before I became employed, I scored free tickets to see "The Heidi Chronicles." Normally, I would have skipped, but they showed up right after the death of the work’s author, so it was still rolling around in my head, plus.. you know… it was free and all.
Tonight, I decided to try and pretend I was going to come home from work and go to a show. Just see how tight it would be, if possible at all.
The key dilemma, of course, is that the train pulls in at 7:02, the show is at 8, and I have to score dinner between the two.
So, right from the train, I jump on a bus to drag me north on third. I bail at Howard, and go over to 2nd, in an attempt to get my favorite hummus in the city at Zebulon. Only, after work, Zebulon is more of a social drinking lounge vibe, so I bail on that, and hit Osha Thai half a block away. Get a seat, order a green curry with tofu. The catch is: I do nothing to accelerate the process. Don’t say I’m in a rush, don’t pay for dinner before he brings the check, etc.
Long story short. I sit down in the theater at 8:01. A bit rushed, but didn’t run to get there or anything. It was a bit intense, though, and I do want to keep the chill vibe going. I think that is imperative.
I bailed on the show at intermission, because well life is too short for boring, obvious feminist blather. This won a Pulitzer and a Tony? Damn, what was it up against? If this is the woman who defined the feminist movement, well… it’s certain proof that the old newspaper adage is true: it’s better to be first than be best.
Sad realization today: I don’t drink caffeine after 3ish, so that I’m not wired when i need to be crashing in order to do the commute. Which means, I now live in a world that, save for weekends, starts before I can buy bubble tea, and ends after I can drink bubble tea. I am in a tapioca tea-free world. That’s just wrong…
OK, sorry to make this the commute blog, but well, it is top of mind.
I guess my issue is wondering what life would be like on the peninsula. To some degree, I don’t know and won’t until I do it (if I do it). But, whether or not I am going to concerts, and seeing plays, going clubbing, and everything else on a regular basis… I do like the energy of it all around me. I like walking down the street and seeing bars filled with people, and people laughing on the street, and all of it.
All every company talks about is work/life balance, but I don’t see it. And, people who have some semblance of both… it’s never "balanced." The people who achieve that balance make their work their life, and everything else is a bonus. I don’t think that’s my deal, though. Hmm… boss back in the office tomorrow, so who know how fast this will come up. Hell, he could even be reading this now. (Hi!)
