The roof of my neighbours house is a nice place to sit in the sun when I need a break from work. I found this out while I was lamenting the fact that the sun had gone away, so my east-facing window was letting in nothing but views over corrugated iron and hills-hoist suburbia, and the smell of fermenting yeast from the brewery. Deciding I needed a break in the sun, I stuck my head out of the window, and discovered there was a nice patch of light just around the corner. Socks off, I hopped out my window, swung around onto their roof, and enjoyed some time sitting in the warmth of the sunlight with my eyes closed. Now all I need is an extension cord, and I could sit out there and type to my hearts content. As long as nobody got suspicious.
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Sitting on a roof is wonderful. I used to do it at home growing up sometimes. We have the perfect roof for it. Now I’m looking longingly out my office window, where there is a little roof that I could reach if I climbed out. But I’m not sure how secure it is. And I’m not sure how I’d explain that it if it wasn’t!
Yeah – I have moments like that at work. And it would be very hard to explain to your supervisor that the reason you’re lying in a pile of rubble with a broken ankle is because you wanted to go and sit on the roof. I just don’t know if they’d understand.