Moody, officey, itchy for road

I don't like working in offices, but i like doing exactly the same office work at a coffee shop. And, truth be told, I get about the same amount of work done at both venues.

Someone said 'ambiance'. Now, maybe - maybe it is the cool indie tunes playing over the coffee shop speakers (compared to tinny lap-top speakers), maybe it's the moving scenery through the massive windows compared to the tiny window behind you. Maybe it's the moving scenery indoors - instead of stinky farts by the guy you share the office with (it's funny on weekends on social outings when it's a recollected anecdote or it's happening to someone else) - instead - it's a constant changing scene of people of all types, and you see everything in your periphery. Maybe it's the artificial(?) sense of pressure put on you in a place of walls, cubicles, efficiency, progress and stifled, fart-smelling air. And maybe it's just the difference between a damn good latte and coffee you quite gladly pass on. Probably not. That same latte doesn't taste as good in an office.

Now, you say, why don't you just work in that office on the top floor of that super massive sky-scraper in Austin you once delivered some photocopiers to? HA! Great question. Now there's an office that has some hip feng shui going on for it - massive windows with a constantly changing view of 360 degree Austin, with the weather always moving. And i'm sure the coffee is better there.

Well, friend, after staying at lovely hotels on the road, visiting lovely schools, meeting lovely families in lovely houses, karma says that the loveliness has to stop somewhere, sometime, and that sometime is in the office. One cannot have too much loveliness without turning sour. That is an ancient office saying i just created to make me feel more zen about my time served. The thing is, i work extra hard in that office, and i work hard already. And the reason i work extra hard in that office is so that opportunities, many opportunities, will be set up outside of the office. Otherwise, it's just more hard work in the office. And we're not talking Austin top-level-sky-scraper dream office here. We're talking Pennsylvania (hang on - i like PA, bear with me), office slightly below ground so you see ground outside window at eye-level whilst twirling on OK chair office. Different. And we're talking no smashingly beautiful women office. Smashingly beautiful women, placed anywhere in an office, is good feng shui, one must think.

The road is calling, and yet, the office is calling louder and closer and will pull me by the ear back to it's sweaty gross chest tomorrow, because it's the office's day to have custody of me. So i work hard, diligently churning over paperwork that is all electronic these days (electronicwork), as my eyes ache, and then behind my eyes ache, and then my head aches at the front, and somehow i must be closer to being on the road again, and must be closer to being on the road in a greater capacity - surely!