Absolutely.

People watching.

Today I took my half hour break at my last day at the Westin. I spent it heckling people in their cars on our driveway. It gave me much satisfaction.

There is absolutely nothing poetic about being in an office, and therefore it becomes sort of a curious art--- office supplies, the click of a mouse is so different then the clicks on a keyboard, or the abrupt chirp of the touchscreens. The rigid lines, everywhere-- bookcase, box, box, computer, monitor. Walls, windows, walls, carpet, tiles. Staples, paper, labels. Monotony. So you start looking for the interesting bits-- a piece of tape rolled up on its corner, collecting dust and skin. Writing scrawled on a piece of paper-- "1808/2 shrmp c., wings, quesa, burger/well". Fluourescent lighting makes things stale, and harsh. Reminds me of the aftertaste of coffee coating my teeth. Gritty--like. 

R&Y