thank god.
i'm at my desk, with my phone, pictures of Stephen and the boys, and my pumpkin that Giggly gave me for halloween. the office is even temperatured and i know the people around me. oh how i missed the dulcet tones of Cunty and Dum-Dum screeching at each other, in their high-pitched steam whistle with a Brooklyn accent caterwauls! it's good to be home.
sadly, i'll be returning to Jersey in a few weeks, but for now i'll bask in the glow of my computer and sip my coffee from the Man-in-the-Box. he's the little Puerto Rican man who has a 6 x 6 steel box from which he sells the best coffee in Downtown brooklyn. i told him how i take my coffee once, two years ago, and now when he sees me it's ready and waiting. we don't speak, except for "thank you", he understands there's no reason to have a chit-chat before 7:30 in the morning. he hands me my coffee and i hand him his $1.25, end of transaction, have a nice day. i'll be honest, even if they built a Starbucks in the building, i'd still go to him just 'cause there's no pressure to speak.
he is reason #459 why i'd rather be working in Brooklyn than New Jersey.
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