In the last couple of weeks I've had some bad things happen and some things that may or may not be bad but are incredibly stressful. All of it has been a feeding frenzy for my obsessive-compulsive mind.
Anyway, every now and then (in between the obsessing) an image pops into my mind from a recent lunch outing. A sushi restaurant has a 10-gallon tank with about a half dozen varieties of fish swimming in it, sitting on the sushi bar - right above where the sushi chef prepares raw fish for people to eat. I can't imagine what it would be like to swim around that tank all day, watching relatives get wrapped in seaweed with a little avocado.
That's got to really suck.
2 comments:
What if they're really zen about it? Like, I'm just going to dig my time here, swimming around, until it's done. Yellowfin was a cool cat; I hope his soul is groovin' somewhere sunny.
Does your work have random drug testing? I'm concerned about you. It's bad enough I'm thinking about the plight of fish at a sushi bar but you - you're talking like a hippy!
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