Refrigerator indicator.
Usually the refrigerator at work looks like the place where my coworkers and I curate our moldy bread collections and throw our rotted scraps rejected by the trash can. But as the economy sank, that started to change: we’re not letting food go to waste, and the refrigerator is full but clean. Come lunch time, sandwiches are made and salads, tossed. To me at least, our recession refrigerator is one of the most subtle, but telling, signs of our financial system’s fall.
Leaving the office for lunch is one of the few windows of leisure we get during our workday. I would let my lettuce turn to liquid in the crisper to avoid another meal in front of my computer, or maybe because I was feeling like eating a falafel. Unfortunately, now I don’t think I can exercise that kind of discretion (or my legs) as often.
While I’m grateful to have the extra cash, I like leaving work during while there’s still sunlight. Fuck it. I’m gonna to do that now.
