This writing thing is really complicated. I can’t write every day. Ten minutes turns into a half hour due to the phone at work. Hey, I have downtime during the afternoon so I sneak a little writing time.
I also need time to coffee during my coffee break. I have to bring instant, as I am the only one here who cares about the fate of the coffee farmers. However, don’t tell anyone, but I don’t mind the odd cinnamon infused green tea with a scoop of chai and a dollop of whipped coconut milk. Just not at work. I am the youngest here (43 going on 44), so anything overly hipster, like herbal tea, is feminism gone wild!!! Apparently.
I do not work in a harsh lady environment, no, not at all. Ladies have their place and that place is in a cup of English Breakfast tea surrounded full-fat chocolate chip cookies. Sorry for the North American speak here, my dear friends in the places other than Canada and the United States of America.
I have yet to tell my co-workers I am gay, living with a woman and a new dog, and still thinking about the veggism. I lied when I said the tofu cubes were spiced chicken. I used a non-feminist spice just to make myself comfortable and to not cause the ladies in the room any distress. I think they could smell the garlic and dill. I even went as far as to say I got the recipe for the coating from the Methodist lady on Pinterest.