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in an hour.” My philosophy was that one hour of inspired, energized
work was worth far more than three hours of moping, uninspired drudgery in
which one was just waiting for workday to end.
She suddenly looked disappointed. “Yeah, I didn't
think so. It's all right, we can head around the corner and grab a bite at that
little cafe. The bagels are great there and-”
“Well, hold on a sec now, you didn't let me finish.
Don't you find that you work more productively and more efficiently when you're
feeling well fed, relaxed, energized, and inspired?”
“Of course. I can get way more done and do a much
better job in general when I'm feeling that way.”
“Well, then, as your boss—and as my own boss—I'm
recommending that we take a two-hour lunch break.”
“Asher!” she exclaimed. “Come on, we can't bend the
rules like that.”
“Listen, it makes more sense when you really think
about it. It's been a long, hard week, right? We've both been slogging away
relentlessly, haven't we? Spending way too many hours in the office.”
“I am feeling a little burned out, to be honest.”
“As am I. So, if we go about lunch in a rush, we're
not really giving ourselves the opportunity to recharge properly, are we?” I
inquired using my best defense lawyer voice.
“I guess not.”
“If we rush lunch, don’t relax, we’re going to be
thinking of the time ticking away and then hurry back into the office feeling
frazzled and burned out. And then, we're going to be fighting off sleep while
we try to get work done and our minds will be all over the place. The amount
and quality of work we get done in the three hours until it’s time to go home
will be poor and not so productive at best.”
She looked at me and grinned, almost conspiratorially.
“I see what you're getting at.”
“Right?” I said encouragingly.
“So, what you’re saying is, if we take two hours
instead, and we relax, eat a good meal, calm our minds, and enjoy our time out
of the office without constantly checking our watches, we'll go back into work
feeling refreshed and recharged, and get four hours' worth of work done in two
hours, as opposed to one-hour’s worth of work in three?”
“Precisely. See? It makes perfect sense,” I assured
her.
“Well, I won't tell the boss if you don't,” she
declared as she winked at me playfully.
“My lips are sealed. The boss will never know. Oh
wait, he already does,” I replied, winking back.
A thrill rushed through my veins when she laughed. I
liked the feeling it gave me—making her smile, making her laugh. It had seemed
like she’d been deliberately distant and cool the last few days. Whether that
had been as a result of our drunken kiss that night, or simply because she was
so focused on work, I couldn't tell, but it had been quietly tormenting me the
whole time.
The truth was, since that kiss, I'd found it hard to
get her off my mind. And, her seeming aloofness over the past few days had made
me think about her even more.
Nonetheless, I decided to play it cool and keep a bit
of distance of my own. As much as she had been on my mind, I wasn't sure if
trying to get closer to her was the best course of action at that point. But
those were thoughts I had when she wasn’t in close proximity. The moment she
was close enough to touch, all logical thinking went out the window.
And so, for the next two hours, I just let things flow
naturally. I felt so at ease in her presence, so calm and happy with her, that
I simply wanted to enjoy the moment without analyzing or overthinking our
interactions.
“Come on,” I said. “Let's go to Chinatown.”
***
“It is remarkably peaceful here,” Lilah remarked as we
strolled through the Zen garden.
We paused to watch an old, Japanese man painstakingly
raking sand into a number of intricate patterns, and then we strolled across an
ornate wooden bridge that crossed over a koi pond.
“The patterns in the sand will be destroyed in a
work was worth far more than three hours of moping, uninspired drudgery in
which one was just waiting for workday to end.
She suddenly looked disappointed. “Yeah, I didn't
think so. It's all right, we can head around the corner and grab a bite at that
little cafe. The bagels are great there and-”
“Well, hold on a sec now, you didn't let me finish.
Don't you find that you work more productively and more efficiently when you're
feeling well fed, relaxed, energized, and inspired?”
“Of course. I can get way more done and do a much
better job in general when I'm feeling that way.”
“Well, then, as your boss—and as my own boss—I'm
recommending that we take a two-hour lunch break.”
“Asher!” she exclaimed. “Come on, we can't bend the
rules like that.”
“Listen, it makes more sense when you really think
about it. It's been a long, hard week, right? We've both been slogging away
relentlessly, haven't we? Spending way too many hours in the office.”
“I am feeling a little burned out, to be honest.”
“As am I. So, if we go about lunch in a rush, we're
not really giving ourselves the opportunity to recharge properly, are we?” I
inquired using my best defense lawyer voice.
“I guess not.”
“If we rush lunch, don’t relax, we’re going to be
thinking of the time ticking away and then hurry back into the office feeling
frazzled and burned out. And then, we're going to be fighting off sleep while
we try to get work done and our minds will be all over the place. The amount
and quality of work we get done in the three hours until it’s time to go home
will be poor and not so productive at best.”
She looked at me and grinned, almost conspiratorially.
“I see what you're getting at.”
“Right?” I said encouragingly.
“So, what you’re saying is, if we take two hours
instead, and we relax, eat a good meal, calm our minds, and enjoy our time out
of the office without constantly checking our watches, we'll go back into work
feeling refreshed and recharged, and get four hours' worth of work done in two
hours, as opposed to one-hour’s worth of work in three?”
“Precisely. See? It makes perfect sense,” I assured
her.
“Well, I won't tell the boss if you don't,” she
declared as she winked at me playfully.
“My lips are sealed. The boss will never know. Oh
wait, he already does,” I replied, winking back.
A thrill rushed through my veins when she laughed. I
liked the feeling it gave me—making her smile, making her laugh. It had seemed
like she’d been deliberately distant and cool the last few days. Whether that
had been as a result of our drunken kiss that night, or simply because she was
so focused on work, I couldn't tell, but it had been quietly tormenting me the
whole time.
The truth was, since that kiss, I'd found it hard to
get her off my mind. And, her seeming aloofness over the past few days had made
me think about her even more.
Nonetheless, I decided to play it cool and keep a bit
of distance of my own. As much as she had been on my mind, I wasn't sure if
trying to get closer to her was the best course of action at that point. But
those were thoughts I had when she wasn’t in close proximity. The moment she
was close enough to touch, all logical thinking went out the window.
And so, for the next two hours, I just let things flow
naturally. I felt so at ease in her presence, so calm and happy with her, that
I simply wanted to enjoy the moment without analyzing or overthinking our
interactions.
“Come on,” I said. “Let's go to Chinatown.”
***
“It is remarkably peaceful here,” Lilah remarked as we
strolled through the Zen garden.
We paused to watch an old, Japanese man painstakingly
raking sand into a number of intricate patterns, and then we strolled across an
ornate wooden bridge that crossed over a koi pond.
“The patterns in the sand will be destroyed in a
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