Work has been strange.
Last month my boss announced that he was moving the lab to California. What resulted can only be described as a workplace full of whispers. Murmurs of who will be going, will there be raises, and the phrase, “did you hear…” repeated over and over again.
I’m kind of over it.
Not one that likes to bring home their workday, I often turn to the kitchen to let out any stress that may remain.
Did your colleague take the last of your solution and not replace it? Knead some dough. Picture it’s his face. Much better.
Did a granny that smelled like moth balls hiss at you on the bus, because you were applying a “smelly lotion?” Don’t say you’d do the world a favor by calling her kids to tell them to pull the plug in a few months. Instead, segment some citrus.
Did you lose one of your favorite technicians because they’re being transferred? Make them a cake. Or two, because if it’s going to be a dark chocolate stout bundt, surely you’d want one for yourself.