I love the bathroom at my RealJob(TM). Well, I love the first stall in the bathroom. The lights are good but not blinding; the first stall is very small. It’s like a blocky gray womb that smells faintly of cleaner and nothing else.
I can sit in the bathroom alone. I’m not forced to answer any calls (although occasionally I do use my cellphone; yes, I’m one of THOSE people); I am not faced with any questions. I can read a book or listen to my mp3 player. Sometimes I’ll spend most or all of my break in there, happy to be behind a locked door. Far away from those that would say “Vox, I know you’re on lunch/break/etc, but I just have one more question…” A good-sized portion of my day is troubleshooting other people’s calls, fixing problems above and beyond those that run down my phone extension. For the most part I don’t mind, really. It makes me feel like I’m helping people, even when it gets a bit demanding.
But behind the door, I can escape the troubleshooting.
Sometimes when lunch comes around I just can’t take it anymore; I rush out the door to my car, drive down to the grocery store, grab something to nosh, drive back to the RealJob(TM) and sit in the parking lot with the windows down. I listen to the wind, and to my mp3 player (on it’s lil stereo speaker), and I eat and drink, and I read, and I relax.
I love my car. It’s driven me away from some truly awful things, and driven me to some absolutely magical things. It also has leather interior; an option that I personally feel the gods invented as a gift to man. I feel no guilt about loving leather — if I could have, I would have followed my Native American blood and eaten the cow and made other crafts out of its parts, too.
I’ve finished up another crocheted quilt square, this one with the “Bear Claw” pattern, and I’m about 85% done with Reno from Final Fantasy 7 — got to finish eyes, hair, and goggles. I’m hoping to have him done for tomorrow’s Finished Object Friday. I’m about 60-70% done with Pyramid Head; I hope to have him finished up for next Friday. The SOMETHINGINCRECIBLYPINK is on it’s way; I’ve found yarn for the hair, so now I need to finish the wings and put it all together.
I scrapped my Halloween plans for the weekend (my costume will keep until next year) and so I intend to spend as many hours as I can sacked out on the couch in my bathrobe crocheting like a fiend.
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My fav quilt block in the world is Storm at Sea, if you ever feel ambitious. *L*
I totally do the bathroom thing too. It’s a small odd little sanctuary but a sanctuary nonetheless. *L*
Doing weird grown-up characters right at the same time as little girl toys just shows your versatility.
Ooh oooh ooh! You mean like this one?
Cos I could totally rock the crap out of that.
Yup, that’s the one! When you put a bunch of them together you get an optical illusion of curves. I have plans to make myself a quilt of it someday. You know, that mythical someday after the equally mythical ‘when i get caught up on things.’
I have used bathrooms as my secret break rooms for my entire working life, and for much the same reasons as those you describe.
I’m an introvert — a kind, caring, and friendly one, I hope, but an introvert nonetheless. Many people recharge their batteries by socializing; most of the time, I need solitude to recharge.
I definitely think I’m a well-trained introvert. I certainly gain more comfort and energy from working on something alone, or on the couch next to the husband. I think he’s the only human being I haven’t wanted to strangle after 3 solid days of contact. Everyone else is okay, but in small doses — no matter how much I care for them.