Today I am without my smart-phone so I am relegated to writing my blog update in my little pocket notepad. My propensity for efficiency rebels against such an ancient form of communications but I will make the sacrifice in effort to maintain my morning routine.
What brings me to this little shop on so many mornings? I am certainly drawn to the aromatic smell, coffee-mocha taste and caffeine induced buzz I so enjoy whilst savoring my favorite morning beverage. But I could make said beverage at home for considerably less money and I would not “waste” 45 minutes of my time, all of which is otherwise billable. I have become accustomed to updating my blog during this time but certainly I could do that at other times on a full-sized keyboard. I think there must be something else that brings me here… Perhaps it is a subconscious desire to be with other people even if it is generally non-interactive. I have come to recognize some of the people that also spend time here in the early mornings. We could order our lattes to go, consume them on the way to work, then update our blogs while at work. In all likelihood, the lure of the coffee shop has more to do with our desire to assimilate into society and associate with our fellow man.
I often see a young couple appearing to be in their early twenties associating with the group of drifter-types in the town square. She always has a zombie-like look on her face and I have never seen any trace of emotion. I have often wondered if she is perhaps severely depressed or possibly on some type of drugs. Today they were sitting in the coffee shop and she actually smiled. It was a bit of a surprise to me and I was taken aback by my sudden change in perception of her based solely on the smile. I am disturbed that my dehumanization of her would have gone unnoticed but for a simple smile. I need to look past my shallow impressions of people and look for the person within.
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If she looked like a zombie, my theory is that she was probably on her way to a job that she absolutely hated. When I'm at work, I'm professional(or try to be) but all the customer gets is flight attendant #479469...not GaP) Maybe I would enjoy life and work if I opened myself up to people a bit more...but I'm just too damned tired and beaten down at the job so summon the energy. So I'm emotionally generic. And I get to catch up on my reading.
I keep a journal in a traditional notebook...I have for a number of years but I've been less disciplined with that in recent years...Part of it is because I'm in a relationship, part of it is because of the blog. But it's a nice record of having BEEN on this earth and your perceptions of it...
Hope you're doing well, D...
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Hey Gap,
Thanks for stopping by. She could very well have hated her job but I speculate that she is unemployed.
Sorry to hear that you do not enjoy your job as much as you would like. I spent 20 years in sales hating every moment of it then one day decided to become a computer consultant. Luckily I scored a large client fairly and I was able to quickly learn on the job...
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