Pre-preparing lunches to eat at my desk is my therapy. Small, plastic containers filled with neatly-arranged greens and grains ensure that my lunch hours are not tarnished by garish flavors. Hunching over the sink as I wash the empty box is my version of the “spa experience.” It’s like a hot tub for the hands. . Manually logging into email accounts is my therapy. Typing out the many characters of my predictable password reminds me that I’m human, that I’m flawed. It keeps me centered. I am not a robot. . Unplugging my subordinates’ earphones when they leave them at their desks is my therapy. If they are deluded enough to believe that music—or God forbid, a podcast—can improve their productivity, they deserve to have their embarrassing tastes exposed to their deskmates. Buy Airpods or deal with the consequences, Mr. Broadway Cast Albums. @evelytollis #worktherapy #therapeutic #coworkersrock #careerminded #psych https://www.instagram.com/p/Bxaq3KKA6aW/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=ltfqwstxbbj5
