Back in the Saddle

So, today marks the end of my respite from the work world. A month and a half away from the rat race, as Bubba and I got settled in our new home. Tomorrow I get my first dose of "official" rush hour traffic. Whatever it's like though, I don't think I'll miss being crammed inside of a smelly subway car, being physically intimate with total strangers in a sort of clothed orgy. I'll have the luxury of listenting to the radio, or better yet, spending some quality time with my jazz records, the ones that Bubba doesn't really care for or "get." The ones that sound like a toddler just mashing his hands on the keyboard with no apparent rhyme or reason.

I also look forward to seeing what it's like to work outside of the New York City cauldron of hyperactivity. I don't think ANYONE out here is "go, go, go!" like they are back east. In New York, if you're LUCKY, you have time enough to dash outside to get food to bring back to your desk to eat while you work. Sometimes I think the corporations would just as soon install troths if the labor laws would allow it.

Anyway, I was hoping to "find myself" a bit during my break. The only things I've "found" are that I REALLY miss having easy access to good pizza and good bagels. I'd always heard that the pickin's were slim out here in that regard, but really, it makes no sense. You're talking about various combinations of dough, ovens, sauce, toppings, etc. Nothing that's like, exclusive to the east. Surely SOME master craftsman of pizza or bagels, at SOME point in time said, "I think I want to move out west, and take my cooking skills with me." Apparently not.