(no subject) @ 07:08 pm
One of the things I liked best about my job at RBAK was going to lunch with my cow orkers. They're neat, nifty people, good to yak with, and didn't mind going out a lot. While I don't really mind bringing my lunch, per se, I have a real strong need to get the hell out of the office when doing so. Seeing the sun is a big plus (especially as I really don't like fluorescent lighting much), but there's also a real strong need to Get The Hell Out. This holds at home as well as at work; if I don't get out of the house at least once a day I get amazingly antsy. I don't know if this is some sort of midwestern cabin fever reaction or something else, but I don't know how people can manage to stay cooped up in the office for 8, 10 hours a day and never leave the building. Gah.