My daily refuge

When I was young(er), I used to spend practically every waking minute at work. My officemates saw me more than my mom did. Christmas would come and my mom would have to ask me if I'd be spending it a home as opposed to spending it at work *unbelievable when I think about it now*. Now that I'm back to working in an office (I have officially sold out...IT pays a loooot better than kitchens, unless you're a celebrity chef. Ha! fat chance of that happening), my first few months were spent having lunch at my desk while working...but lately I just have this need to go out during my lunchbreak. I get a table (it's fast becoming my usual) at a spanish tapas bar near work, a couple of tapas, paper and I'm all set. I feel more relaxed, and I can work more efficiently after my break. Most importantly I get to have time alone. It's a nice change and more and more I realize that I'm not willing to give up me time and go back to the fast paced work life. I guess that means I'm not going to be CEO in my lifetime....but guess what...I'm not too bothered by that.
My usual table.

What bothered me...Steve Irwin passing away. The first thing I thought of was...a great man has been taken away from this world. It's a shame...no...it's a tragedy. Funny thing is I don't even watch his show regularly, but the times that I did I learned more about whatever he was talking about than my years in uni studying zoology. It feels like a spark has gone out.