What do I miss?

This week I had a conversation with one of my author buddies in which she told me that she never takes a lunch break. She works in downtown Atlanta not too far from where I used to work. Her reasoning is if she works through her lunch hour, she can get off sooner.

Our chat got me thinking about what I miss (and don't miss) about working. These are things I miss about being downtown every day...

Sitting in Olympic Park and enjoying the fountain music show while I ate my lunch and read a book...

Friday lunch on Broad Street when the restaurants and cafes closed off the street and set tables up outside...

People watching in CNN Center...

Stores (even though there aren't a lot of stores in that area) One of my faves was the magazine/book store in the Equitable building

One of my favorite memories was standing outside on line to buy one of those "blessed brownies" from Sister Callie at the Heavenly Father's, Jesus' and Our Bake Shop formerly on Marietta Street. That woman's baked goods were so awesome, customers didn't even mind being preached to while they were being served!

I realized that everything I miss about working has nothing to do with work. I couldn't wait to get out of the office, because the interesting stuff wasn't inside. It was outside.

There were a LOT of things I despised about working, but these two top the list:
Living in cubicle prison...