When I first got the job at TRC it was the first time I found myself locked to a desk outside of that less than a year I worked at Dell. So in the first few years I would look forward to my lunch break every day so I could take some time to leave the office for a while and get away from that desk.
Because I lived so far away from the office going home at lunch was never an option, so instead I would drive around the neighborhood around work looking for places to park. Our office on 2222 was in the nice part of town, so all around me were neighborhoods filled with nice houses and nicer views. The first couple of months I worked at the job I explored those neighborhoods trying to find places I could park and hide from the world in the shade. Eventually over time after trying different spots I decided my favorite place to camp was in a neighborhood named Cat Mountain.
In Cat Mountain I found a few spots that were wooded on one side and fenced on the other so that way I wasn't sitting in front of someone's yard. Once I left the office and got there I could start to unplug, and enjoy a few moments to myself.
I would listen to NPR, or the local sports radio, or my favorite podcast All About Android. I would sit and think about the big things I was into at that time- mobile devices or home improvement or some random obsession about history. I would decompress and soak up the nature available, building my strength for whatever I was going to deal with when I got back.
Sometime in 2015 or 2016, I can't remember which, I quit making this daily trek because instead I had worked it out that I would just come into work at around 10am without anyone complaining about that. This shift cut my commute and therefore the hours I would waste in a week, but it also ended an era of having this me time every day.
Today I went and drove down Cat Mountain and parked for the first time in years to relive the memories, to remember a time in life when I simply had less going on. I think of the very childish mental state I had when I first came here to work, and the mental progress I have made to be the person I am today.
More than anything I remember the days when I just couldn't wait until I could leave and go to Cat Mountain, and the thoughts of "only X hours left in the day" when it was time to head back in. Good times.
Because I lived so far away from the office going home at lunch was never an option, so instead I would drive around the neighborhood around work looking for places to park. Our office on 2222 was in the nice part of town, so all around me were neighborhoods filled with nice houses and nicer views. The first couple of months I worked at the job I explored those neighborhoods trying to find places I could park and hide from the world in the shade. Eventually over time after trying different spots I decided my favorite place to camp was in a neighborhood named Cat Mountain.
In Cat Mountain I found a few spots that were wooded on one side and fenced on the other so that way I wasn't sitting in front of someone's yard. Once I left the office and got there I could start to unplug, and enjoy a few moments to myself.
I would listen to NPR, or the local sports radio, or my favorite podcast All About Android. I would sit and think about the big things I was into at that time- mobile devices or home improvement or some random obsession about history. I would decompress and soak up the nature available, building my strength for whatever I was going to deal with when I got back.
Sometime in 2015 or 2016, I can't remember which, I quit making this daily trek because instead I had worked it out that I would just come into work at around 10am without anyone complaining about that. This shift cut my commute and therefore the hours I would waste in a week, but it also ended an era of having this me time every day.
Today I went and drove down Cat Mountain and parked for the first time in years to relive the memories, to remember a time in life when I simply had less going on. I think of the very childish mental state I had when I first came here to work, and the mental progress I have made to be the person I am today.
More than anything I remember the days when I just couldn't wait until I could leave and go to Cat Mountain, and the thoughts of "only X hours left in the day" when it was time to head back in. Good times.
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