Mornings
On the days I go to uni, I like to get in nice and early, just after 7am. This means I have more than an hour to myself in the office. Six people, including me, share the office. It’s rare to have everyone in at the same time; usually there will be 2 to 4 people in at the same time.
When I get in, I unpack and plug in my laptop, put my packed lunch (if I’ve brought one) in the little bar fridge, and then I switch on my radio and listen to it without headphones. Sometimes I might play mp3s instead of the radio – something nice and loud. I put the kettle on and make a cuppa. I have something for breakfast, like a sandwich or leftovers brought from home, or something bought from Aroma, like a pie or sausage roll or a bacon and egg muffin.
Then I get started on my work. No conversations, no distractions, and best of all, I’m free to sing along to the music. I like my office mates, but I can’t wait to have my own room. Sometimes I really don’t feel like talking to anyone, or I feel like being by myself, but then there’s other people right there in the room with me. When I’m feeling antisocial I get irritated when asked “Are you okay?” or “What’s wrong?”
And although I haven’t done this – REALLY! – I’d like to have the option of dancing around in the room in my underwear or taking a nap on the floor knowing that I have the key and no one else can enter unannounced. Key phrase here: the option! I would probably never dance around the office in my underwear. And I’d like to be able to fart or belch without feeling embarrassed (or killing everyone else in the room!). Those things I prefer to do without witnesses. Let’s face it, the human body can make some pretty disgusting smells.