So I'm sitting here at the Ugly Mug, trying to get used to my new surroundings while trying to muster up my motivation to begin working. I need to start doing some research for some articles I want to write, to hopefully sell.
I am a very sensory-sensitive person, so getting used to all the things going on here is throwing me off a bit. Sure, I'm away from the distractions of home sweet home, where I'd feel obligated to empty the dishwasher and put away Christmas decorations and stretching those tasks into 5 hours as I'm easily detoured by social media, the urge to dance wildly around the kitchen when a good song comes on, other random tasks and just the simple temptation to sit and veg.
At least here I feel like I need to look busy. Like the boss is watching. The boss is me. I feel like taking pictures of these people waiting in line for their coffee, but that might be rude. I'll snap a few when nobody's looking...
5 Senses:
Sight: Why, people-watching, of course!
Sound: The most obvious in this place, as I try to settle into a place in my brain, to focus, yet these sounds surround me. . the music. Reggae it is today. Red Red Wine. We Jammin. etc. Customer and barista interaction. Description of orders placed, chit-chat with regular customers. 3. Whirrrrrr of espresso machine. 4. Random bangs, squirts, pops and squeals behind the coffee counter.
EXTREMELY ANNOYING LOUD and nasally voice of woman customer at table waaaaayyy across the room, a very type-A type woman, discussing with great detail their home furnishings and crap i could care less about. I cannot imagine getting together with other ladies and discussing stupid things like furniture and Victorian style homes and junk like that. I am so NOT an average domestic goddess or homemaker by any means. Now they're gabbing about the people they unfriended or blocked on facebook, blah blah blah. Come on, where's the love?
Smell: Coffee, obviously.
Taste: my foamy warm mocha in a paper cup. Sipping it slow, my nerves don't need much to twitter at this point.
Touch: this nice velvety vintage couch I'm sitting on. The warmth of my furry boots on this cool, rainy day.
ok, so this was my pre-writing warm-up. Cracking my knuckles, ready to get serious here. (just kidding, I heartily DESPISE when people crack their knuckles, ick.)
oh and by the way, why does it seem like couples like to stop in front of me with an extra grand PDA , wherever I go? Maybe it's just me. Gross. Go get a room.
Pre-writing done. Time to get to work.
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