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Monday, October 14
I walk up 6 flights of stairs in my building. 100 steps up and 100 steps down. It really clears my mind and lets out stress.
When the weather is nice I will walk around my building once, or walk the 1/2 block to the lake for a quick moment of meditation.
When I worked in a little 4-story building, I'd go up on the roof, which was easily accessable from the fire escape/smoker's lounge out back. Great views of Lakeview and a good stiff breeze to clear the head. Now, that I'm in a big office building, I'll head out and windowshop around the block. By the time I've looked at possible cute new shoes, I'm ready to go back to work.
A happy place, where no one ever grows old and no one ever dies.
I jump in the lake and come back refreshed!
I'll ususally go to Target or Best Buy and wander during my lunchhour when I need to get away from the office for a bit.
I crawl under my desk and start moaning to myself.
I walk to the cafeteria, Au Bon Pain, or pharmacy.
Or into my co-worker's offices to bug them.
64° 8' N
21° 56' E
we actually have a small lake outside, so i walk out there and visit with the birds and the chipmunks for a while.
A quick walk to the local smithy for help removing the shackles.
We can never leave. Must stay till end of shift; no one here gets out alive.
I just walked over to Nordstrom and bought half a dozen pairs of black tights.
If I can't physically leave the office, i let my mind venture to a lovely land of Bejewelled.
Wait.... you mean we're actually allowed to leave here? Dammit i believed my supervisor when she said I had to sleep here. God i'm so gullible.
Market Street Tavern Inn for a round of Ms. Pac Man and surly looks from the clientele.
i'm actually able to go home at lunch everyday for the sole purpose of walking my boxer pup.
I'm not divulging my secret spot cause too many of co-workers read this and I'm not willing to share. It's mine! Mine I tell you!
There's nowhere to go, and we're only allowed out during our scheduled breaks. For a while we used to escape out back and sit in the shade under the trees, but then they had the trees torn up.
*sigh*
Once around the big, ugly Thompson center for a quick break.
Over to Millenium Park if I've got a little more time.
Since I have a home office, I can pretty much step into the living room and watch a DVD for a bit or to the bedroom for a bit of a nap or outside, glorious outside for some fresh air, usually with camera for a few shots of anything that catches my eye. Clears things out.
There is no escape.
To my other cubicle down the hall... the with the throne...
I work right in front of Millenium park, so I often go there, check out the face waterfall things, look at myself in the bean or slyly perv out on women by the fountain. Sometimes I head over to Tower Records in the South Loop and indulge in a new CD. There is always of course my second cubicle, as Lenny puts it, where I go to do serious thinking.
I escape to work from school.
Does the internet count?
I get no escape. My office is a classroom and it is ALWAYS filled with kids, even on my free periods. Of course it pays off on days like today when one of the babies gets into Yale (one of only 6 in the entire CPS system)! I don't need no escape today! The eleven hours I spent there today were worth it!
To the Intelligentsia at Dearborn and Jackson. Love that place.
These days, online.
I use the secret trapdoor under my desk that leads to a deserted beach in the South Pacific waters. Don't tell my boss.
Hmmm, When I need to escape, I go tanning, to the bookstore, to chipotle....or I hide in my coat closet.
I work in no man's land aka new East Side over here on Wacker and Columbus. There is only one place to escape in the winter: UNDERGROUND in the pedway, yo.
The pedway depresses me, so I try to avoid it.
In the summer, we eat lunch by the river. Summer rules.
Me, I go to O'Dougan's for a Boston-style hot dog.
Office!!?? We don't need no stinking office! Actually, I am an unemployed (going back to school for the second time) loser. Ack
Well, i work pretty much next door to the Virgin Megastore on Michigan Ave., so i'll swoop over there to check out some of the "hot new releases" on their 8,000 listening stations. keeps me up on the current trends....
Getting my slack butt out of the office more needs to be factored into my MBOs, as I tend to get so locked in to completing my TPS reports that I forget that there's even a world outside.
Seriously, though -- a few weeks ago I did a nice cross-Loop walk from the office (Franklin and Adams) to Rock Records (where they had already sold out of the disc I wanted) to Tower Records and then back here. This would've been totally routine over lunch hour six or seven years ago, but in my dotage it felt like the greatest escape since my week and a half off over the Xmas hols.
My quality of life/work-life balance is completely shot to shite. My city's a sucker.
Today's Fuel is really getting me to wonder: What do all of you do for a living? Can that be tomorrow's Fuel? Please Andrew!!
Urban Ethos [26]
What is Chicago's "urban ethos"?
Cool Glass of... [16]
What're you drinking?
Supreme Decision [22]
What's your reaction to the Supreme Court's decision on the Affordable Care Act?
Taking it to the Streets [20]
Chicago Street Fairs: Revolting or Awesome?
I Can Be Cruel [9]
Be real: what is the meanest thing you've ever done?
Andrew / March 31, 2005 10:28 AM
I walk to the convenience store up the block. One of the owners and I talk about places to eat on Devon Ave. (he's Pakistani, so he's got more of an inside view than I do).