Lonely Friday

I used to live for Fridays at work. I'd wake up knowing that I'd just about made it to the weekend. I could see the end of the week, taste it in every breath I took.

And there were the Friday rituals. The first being that on my way into the office I'd splurge for a latte. Then at the office there'd be fresh bagels and cream cheese...and conversations with coworkers about the impending weekend and the joyous plans they held. But, by far, my favorite part of Fridays was lunch. My worker Greg and I had started lunching out on Fridays. We'd pick a different place each week, and we'd take our time (if our schedules permitted). We'd tell war stories of the past week and enjoy some tasty food. Those were the good times...

Now, I work at a new office. And most days it is just me and one to two other people. And I really haven't gotten to know them very well. There is still the splurge for the Friday latte, but there are no bagels...and no Greg to have lunch with.

Today I was determined to venture out and enjoy lunch. I did a bit of research on the internet, talked to a few people, and headed out the door with a copy of People Magazine that was laying around our communal kitchen. I made it about a block when the biting cold from the wind that was whipping my hair every which way made me cringe at the thought of the next 4 blocks to the place I chose. It was right then that I saw Taco Time.

Now mind you, I'm a HUGE fan of Taco Time (even if Christy calls it SuperNasty). But there is something sad about eating alone at Taco Time, reading People Magazine, during a Friday lunch. But there I was, in a booth all by myself, in the very back corner of Taco Time, eating Mexi Fries and reading People Magazine.

Maybe next week I'll work harder on making friends in my new office.