If I’m blessed enough to get a lunch break (some days I’m too busy to even leave my desk), I normally take my lunch break in my car. What? That’s weird? I have this totally normal habit of sitting in my car with the seat perfectly reclined, the car that I’ve oh so carefully chosen to park far away from the “others” I see eight hours of my life, when don’tcha know, someone decides to move their car next to mine. Don’t they realize I’ve been hiding out over here and have the intention of a 20 minute cat nap after I eat? In private! How rude! Why are they being so obnoxious? Are they staring at me? Just ignore the curious little critter and he will lose interest. I have the sun shield up, covering the front windshield, but the side windows are entirely exposed, leaving me vulnerable and visible to any social butterfly who wanders over and decides to tap on my window as I stuff my mouth with something I prep cooked for the week (me trying to be perfect and do it all ya know). Oh, and yes, people have actually come over and TAPPED on the window. Um. Have you considered why I’m hiding in my car and not eating in the break room or at my desk? Apparently not. Quietude. I yearn for it during my workday. I’m at their mercy ALL day long. All I want is an hour or less to just enjoy the tranquility of listening to myself chew. These things. These are the things I get so peeved over (in the moment of it) and then I cowardly walk back into the office area of the Marketing Department I work in, wondering how weird I must come off. I feel judged. I feel fake as I put my “on face” up and brace for continuous impromptu conversations, noisy people and phones I CAN’T hide from. I just have to “suck it up buttercup” and smile. Its not you, its me. Promise guys.
