Do I have to prefice this with, "I haven't blogged in a while, but"

So, I think it's been what 2 years since I blogged last. I sometimes blog on myspace. But for some reason it doesn't seem like the greatest forum to blog on sometimes. I used to use this blogspot stuff, but I had forgotten my password. Turns out all I had to do was type the browser into the little address line and poof, all my blogs back in my life. SWEET! So I'm back into the blogging. I figure why not, it's fun.

I don't suppose I"ll do a this is what I've been doing since I was here last sort of post. Those get long, and are mostly boring. So I'll just fill in while I go.

Have you ever noticed how awkward business break rooms are? I work in your typical corporate America sort of place. I have a tiny cubicle with a few pictures to personalize my "cube." I once called it an office and got laughed at for a week. I don't know why, I was just being positive about the situation.

Anyway, like most professional American's I have a buttload of work, not that buttload is a really "professional" term, but stick with me. So this mountain of work comes with only 8 hours in the day. That's not enough. So today, I chose to take a short lunch in the break room. Me, my ravioli and my Dean Koontz novel.

I choose to eat in the bigger of the two break rooms to ward of feelings of claustrophobia. Upon entering the break room I came to the conclusion that no matter how big the room is, break rooms are just uncomfortable places to be.

Our break room has four tables. At one table was a woman I did not know. She was eating Whataburger, and it looked delicious as most fat laden things are. At the other table sat the janitor guy who throws my trash in the evenings. I sat at a third table, but unwisely chose to sit opposite to and facing the janitor. I still question my seating rational. The smart thing would have been to sit back facing the others. That way I didn't have to worry about being stared at, or feeling the need for polite conversation. But I guess I feel uncomfortable leaving my back to the guy who has to deal with my nasty trash every evening. My saving grace was my book, because intent on my story I didn't have to worry about making eye contact with either of these individuals.

The problem is it's hard to read when the only sound around you is slow self conscious chewing. So I peered over my book at my peers. The woman was having chicken nuggets and tator tots. I wondered if she felt guilt over her lunch option. As my waist expands on a daily basis I have guilt over everything I consume. Of course this doesn't stop me from eating any better. After all, then the guilt would be gone, and I grew up in a mostly Catholic aread. They are good at guilt, so I partake in my fair share as a tribute to my humble upbringing. The janitor guy was doing the thing where you stare at your phone, willing someone to text or call you. It's funny how being alone is so uncomfortable that people have to make themselves look busy, look loved I guess. Eventually the Whataburger woman was joined by a friend, the janitor gave up on this silent phone and left. I was left able to concentrate on my book, but out of time. 30 minutes goes by fast, even when it's in spent in the uncomfortable surrounds of a break room.