Waiting for my lunch on a rainy afternoon
Right now, some workers around me are eating their steaks with soda. Juice, actually no… just soda. Half an hour left of my lunch break. The ice in my Coke Zero is melting, and the slice of lemon shifted the balance toward something sweet, good for the drink. Heavy rain outside, I have my umbrella on the table. I’m not worried about that. It’s a bit cold, but I’m wearing a dress shirt and comfortable pants. The hem might need adjusting; I’m not sure I want to deal with that.
Outside i saw a black car, maybe I need a new car, idk I don’t want to take on new complicated debts. When being broke you end up stuck in that middle ground between being stagnant and taking risks. The same goes for my job. Taking on more tasks, more responsibility, earning more. I don’t want to live to work. I work because I want to live.
Later I’ll go to the gym. Maybe I’ll find an interesting video on YouTube. So many things run through my head, and at the same time the only thing I hear is the sound of a blender. Maybe they’re making juice for someone. I don’t like country music, but I guess it fits the place. The food is taking a bit longer.
On home my cats. They’ll be waiting for me. I might be able to give them a little affection, maybe a small treat.
My lunch just arrived. Have a good meal yall.