There isn’t much else that goes through my mind on weekdays between 9:45 and 10:00 except that there is an overwhelming smell of eggs. They are smothered in salsa, but I can’t smell the salsa, only the eggs. Eggs should NOT smell this strong. But John definitely loves them because, well, he eats them every day. They are from the cafeteria here at Bear Stearns. I still have not made the effort to visit the cafeteria because it is well outside of my budget. It isn’t like $2-7 is expensive for a meal; a salad or sandwich from home is just so much cheaper!

So what is this all about? Eggs aren’t that important to me. I am generally still full from my oatmeal in the morning so it isn’t like I want his eggs. What it really says to me is that there is no privacy. In a world without walls, my job becomes an intimidating experience. I am constantly watched by my boss from his clear glass observation room (office). I have no walls to hang posters or funny calendars on. I wear a suit into work for no purpose other than to have a uniform appearance when entering the building. I am coding perl like a good monkey should. (more…)