Right off the bat, I want to say, with conviction, that I like having a job. I think having a job is great. A job makes the rest of my life possible. So yes, there’s much affection for having a job.
However, having a job is annoying for two other areas of my life. Because a job takes up so many hours of my life, it means there are insufficient hours left for reading and cooking.
A few weeks ago I got a Kindle e-reader, justifying the purchase as a tool for easier reading on the train every work day. Yup, it works. The Kindle is also well-suited to travels. I won’t need to bring a handful of books on our vacations. I have a chance to enjoy that incredibly lightweight feeling when we take the Cayamo cruise in a few weeks. It remains to be seen whether the Kindle is a dangerous marketing tool that makes it oh-so-easy to spend money.
Today I’m not working, so I get to have a cooking extravaganza. This morning I made cole slaw, tuna salad, and a tomato-navy bean-onions-garlic-and-barley concoction. Those items will be my lunches for the rest of the week. Then I sat down for a while. I’m going to make a new recipe for dinner. The meal will have an Indian flavor. The new recipe is chicken, rice, coconut milk, peas, and pistachios. I’m pretty certain there’s an onion in it too. And garam masala.
For today at least, my inner cook does not feel suffocated by my job.
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