The Green Couch at Work

I have had numerous discussions with males about the posh-ness of ladies’ rooms. I feel like I often must dispel rumors of big fluffy couches (hence, the “rest room”) and an abundance of luxuries. Such opulent ladies’ rooms only exist at fancy hotels and restaurants. Well, and at work.

I’m up around 6am each day for work and because I’m a big wus, it is killing me. (The 7:30am start time is not my choice.) My favorite part of my typical morning routine is when I sip 20oz of hot plain green tea from my favorite insulated stainless steel mug while driving to work. Consequently, around 9:30, I make my first trip to the ladies’ room. EVERY SINGLE DAY, I pass by this huge fluffy green couch in the ladies’ room at work. EVERY SINGLE DAY, there is nothing I want more than to pass out on it for awhile. EVERY SINGLE DAY, I lust and yearn and long for a couple minutes of quiet on that couch. But I just can’t bring myself to lay down at work. I think it’s mean that the couch is even in there, to tempt and mock the weary.

I also think the couch is beautiful. I secretly covet it for my house.

On a side note: The other morning I woke up and my radio station was telling me that a “Freezing Fog” advisory was n effect. I laid in bed and envisioned driving through solid suspended foggy ice cubes. Welcome to my world of cloudy thoughts when I’m in some sort of limbo between being awake and asleep.