: depression that tends to recur as the days grow shorter during the fall and winter
Back on the mainland now. Back to work. Back to small group. Back to life as I knew it prior to pretending to be a nomad. Who am I fooling? I'm a DC'er. It's practically built into my DNA at this point. I have reprimanded myself and after a period of probation I will be released back into the functioning public (perhaps after the rest of the jetlag wears off).
Read an article today about how Seattle is about to break a record set 40 years ago for number of consecutive days of heavy rainfall. Back in 99 when I lived there, we had 87 days of straight rain, but it was not classified as "heavy" rainfall. I bet they are all suffering from (S)easonal (A)ffective (D)isorder (SAD). I, however, am suffering from something more like (S)orry excuse for (A) decent winter (D)epression. If it's going to be cold, it better be darn cold. If it's not going to snow or cause delays and closings of the government, then just send in Spring already because this halfway stuff is wasting my time.
Lots of things going on. Yesterday Michelle, Dida and I (aka WE) went to Restaurant Week at Zengo in Chinatown. Amazing Latin/Asian fusion cuisine. On the way, Michelle and I were stopped by a very assertive, yet misunderstood guy perhaps my age, dressed in all black. By stopped I mean, he stood in front of us, basically blocking our passage with not so much as a reason for such rude behavior. We tried to push past him. He stepped in front of us. "What the hell?" we said to each other. Then we looked to our left and saw two black suburbans and felt like complete idiots as we watched Donald Rumsfeld walk past us into Clyde's. My very first genuine DC sighting. Apparently Cheney was dining there as well. Yes, I feel special.
Today I read an interesting article about how the number of people who eat at their desks has risen dramatically. At least 75% of workers eat lunch at their desks 2-3 times a week.
The typical desk has 100 times as much bacteria as the typical kitchen table.The article also says that "what's at risk personally may be more profound -- the chance to connect with colleagues and staff." And how true is that? Just ask Michelle and Timoni, whom I lunch with every single day in a deserted room of the 6th floor. Lunch together is like lunch itself. We need it to refuel, not from food, but from our daily dose of catching up (even though we sit 2 feet away from each other all day, everyday -- it's not the same. Okay I know, we're pathetic.)
This weekend the ATM is taking an extended trip (our first as a league) to the Poconos to go skiing. I'm not actually skiing, but that's not the point. Any trip of the Anti-temperance League promises to be a good one.
1 comment:
lunch is the best part of the work day. I don't know if our friendship would have developed in the same way without lunch time 45 minutes a day 5 days a week of forced interaction. so all you people who eat at your desk could be missing out on the opportunity to meet one of your best friends.
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