Ever since I started work, I wanted to make sure I still maintain some individuality throughout this rat race that we call the “working world”. This may seem silly, but part of that commitment was to keep bringing my own lunch, take the TTC like a trooper (regardless of the crazies) and by all means, avoid coffee like the plague. I can say right away that bringing my own lunch stopped at about week #2.
Unfortunately, this week has become another week of broken promises - not only did I take the GO Train for the first time yesterday, but I loved it! It’s the most comfortable, quiet and fast ride to work - and it’s even better than I thought it could be. I have to admit, embracing the crazies on the subway has neither been as rewarding nor as mutual as I thought it would be. I tried to be nice to one, and got lava-burned on my first attempt [I’m not going into detail]. Yesterday morning on my way through the tunnels of Kipling station, my bitterness for the TTC was coupled with a good-looking man almost beckoning me to follow him to the GO Train station. I followed my gut (and libido) and lo and behold, found myself on the GO - and felt a real guilty pleasure.
My other broken promise is almost too horrible to speak of: as a constant nag to my coworkers and family, I have been a vocal opponent to this unhealthy addiction. But a simple mistake made me a hypocrite this week. Last week, I (innocently) went to Second Cup and wasn’t sure what to get, when the coffee man (of course, a good-looking one again) suggested a Moccacino with soy milk and half the chocolate. I naively accepted, and then tasted the most delicious drink I’ve ever had. Since then, every day I pass by the Second Cup (on the way to work) I have to fight off the urge the evil but delicious coffee…
I can now concede that 1) coffee is a true and real addiction, 2) “subway crazies” are no longer an amusement but a provocation and 3) my libido/men in suits/men in Second Cup uniforms get me into trouble.
