All kidding aside, quitting smoking was the hardest thing I ever did, and now I can’t believe I ever did it to begin with. I can’t remember for the life of me what was so appealing about standing out in the freezing cold, or rain to smoke a cigarette. Living life between cigarette breaks was an odd perspective, but I suppose it was a good internal clock. It was a nice way to break up the monotony of my day and prevent from becoming too productive. Now that I don’t smoke it seems like I get all kinds of things done, which is bad because now it’s expected of me. Sure standing outside in the freezing cold and blowing snow doesn’t seem to make a whole lot of sense, but in retrospect while I was outside fending off hypothermia so I could take in a smoke break, the non smoking fools were still inside working.
So, sure, I was cold, miserable and smelled like an ashtray, but at least nobody expected anything of me for that ten minutes. Now that I’ve quit smoking I need to find some other unproductive way to break up my day. But don’t worry about me, I’m really good at finding ways to fiddle away time.