Monday, September 7, 2009
And anything you say can and will be used against you!
I had a conversation with my mother a few days ago about my new job, and how one of the difficult things about it that I wasn't really anticipating is that it's really hard to talk about work. For the most part, I can't say much to the friends who would really appreciate it; and of the friends I can talk to, they mostly don't get it. The difficulty of working in a very small practice is that I have fewer coworkers to safely commiserate with -- but at least I have a few!
So that's a roundabout way of saying, this is partly why I haven't been writing much the past however long. Most of my brain is taken up by things that I can't talk about, and I find myself struggling to find safe ground for writing that's also interesting. If I were cooking more, I could talk about food. If I were going out more, I could talk about hilarious misadventures. But mostly, I go to work, then go home and do the couch potato thing.
This weekend I went to a coworker's wedding, in a more rural small-towny area about 2 hours northeast. The drive was lovely, with autumn colors starting to pop out here and there, and the weather was just about perfect. The wedding itself was completely lovely -- all the hard work they put in really paid off. And the dessert bar (in lieu of one big traditional cake) was killer.
This morning, David and I went with some friends to La Brioche for breakfast. I have mixed feelings about that place. Mostly, it's excellent. But sometimes they do things more pretty than good. Like their tea service: when you order tea, you get an individual full-size antique-y teapot filled with hot water, a cup and saucer, and a single tea bag containing fair-trade organic tea. While this makes for a charming arrangement, (1) the water isn't hot enough if it's been sitting around in a teapot waiting to be brought to the table, (2) one tea bag isn't nearly enough for a 4-to-6 cup teapot, and (3) if I've already ordered my choice of tea, why don't they just prepare it for me? Why do I have to add the tea bag to the water? But it is a cute place, and the food is mostly excellent -- good enough that it's worth putting up with lousy tea.
So that's a roundabout way of saying, this is partly why I haven't been writing much the past however long. Most of my brain is taken up by things that I can't talk about, and I find myself struggling to find safe ground for writing that's also interesting. If I were cooking more, I could talk about food. If I were going out more, I could talk about hilarious misadventures. But mostly, I go to work, then go home and do the couch potato thing.
This weekend I went to a coworker's wedding, in a more rural small-towny area about 2 hours northeast. The drive was lovely, with autumn colors starting to pop out here and there, and the weather was just about perfect. The wedding itself was completely lovely -- all the hard work they put in really paid off. And the dessert bar (in lieu of one big traditional cake) was killer.
This morning, David and I went with some friends to La Brioche for breakfast. I have mixed feelings about that place. Mostly, it's excellent. But sometimes they do things more pretty than good. Like their tea service: when you order tea, you get an individual full-size antique-y teapot filled with hot water, a cup and saucer, and a single tea bag containing fair-trade organic tea. While this makes for a charming arrangement, (1) the water isn't hot enough if it's been sitting around in a teapot waiting to be brought to the table, (2) one tea bag isn't nearly enough for a 4-to-6 cup teapot, and (3) if I've already ordered my choice of tea, why don't they just prepare it for me? Why do I have to add the tea bag to the water? But it is a cute place, and the food is mostly excellent -- good enough that it's worth putting up with lousy tea.
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