Taking a break

I’m taking a break from working on my final presentation and my deliverables for my summer internship. The presentation, given to the CEO, the domestic and international COOs and other senior management is on Wednesday (Ay-Caramba!). Hopefully everything will be OK. Needless to say, I’m working all weekend, though I wish I had better self-discipline. I noticed I tend to take an awful lot of breaks, some longer than they should be.

Other than that I don’t have anything particularly interesting to say. Uri is doing fine. He and my cousin spent two days now at an all-inclusive resort in Cancun. I think that’s probably the best thing he could’ve done on a vacation that he’s taking without me, since I would have gone CRAZY there.

OK – the truth is there is something I’ve been thinking about writing for a while. It’s a bit weird, so those of you who want to keep having a positive perception of me, and not really know how bizarre I am, please stop reading. This is something that I would never talk about with anyone, but I think about at least once a day, so this is another one of those cases where I’m really using the blog as an outlet.

Here it is – In the place that I work the women’s restroom is the very standard looking stall bathroom, it’s a little drab, but nothing too bad. There are 3 regular stall and one handicapped stall that’s both wider and deeper. The stall doors are those metallic looking blue-green color that is really reminiscing of a hospital. I think it was in my first week that I noticed that between the first stall and the wall there is a really big gap that when you walk out the door you can completely see what’s inside. Moreover, since the handicapped stall is longer than the rest of the stalls, and the paint on the stalls is that metallic blue green, if you stand and wash your hands, and look into the mirror, you can completely see everything that’s happening inside the third stall (the one next to the handicapped stall) reflecting in the wall that joint to that third stall and the handicapped stall. No need to say that ever since then I do indeed have a stall preference.

That’s all from me (for now). Back to work I go.