The sneaky suspicion was right. (For one thing, I finally have a damn desk.) And also because today, while my bosses were otherwise occupied, I got up from my desk and left the building to take a walk.* The fact that I can do this is one of the biggest perks of my job.
Another perk is the new location of our office: downtown Saratoga Springs. We're in an old school building in a residential neighborhood, so I spent twenty minutes looking at all the jaw-droppingly gorgeous Victorian houses around here. I don't know about you, but I rather enjoy walking around these rich neighborhoods because it gives me a chance to pretend I have money. Also, I get good ideas for how I'm going to restore my own yard once I hit the lottery. I'll miss the little plastic gnomes, though. (Note: I unfortunately do not have actual little plastic gnomes in my yard. They are imaginary.)
Anyway, just as I rounded the corner to my building, the restaurant across the street, which has been closed for months, turned on its new neon sign: Little India.
That's right, I work across the street from an Indian Restaurant. Cue the chorus of angels.
Also cue the sound of many alka-seltzers hitting many glasses of water, because it's not a good Indian restaurant. But still.
P.S. Here is a picture of the office building's parking lot when it was being constructed last fall, which I sorta kinda helped design, in the sense that I put my boss's drawings into the computer!*I should specify that this was technically during my lunch break, but it felt like I was sneaking out, since I didn't say where I was going. I guess it's sad that it was a little thrilling for me.
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