4/20: enforced leisure

When 6 p.m. came around, my office suite-mate and I were still at work so we decided to go get some pizza for dinner. The service at the restaurant ended up being incredibly slow, which meant that we couldn't rush (and there was no point getting impatient). Some other people from work were seated not too far from us, which meant that we couldn't talk openly or loudly about work-related politics. So we talked about other things and didn't watch the clock. And by the end of the meal we definitely felt more relaxed and less stressed than at the outset.

1 comment:

elaine said...

sharing my bed again