Often when I’m working at my desk or sitting in meetings high in office buildings, I imagine myself on the other side of the window, dangling from a rope, and slowly washing the window with a spray bottle and a window scraper. I think of making my way across the building and up and down floors, watching those on the inside in their suits and skirts, sit in florescent lighting and recycled air, while I breathe in the fresh air of the outside and feel the wind on my face.
Once, I was with a group of people and someone made a comment about quitting their jobs and working as a gardner. Someone else asked if that was their ‘other job’.
In quick progression, everyone started sharing their ‘other jobs’: flower shop owner, dog walker, window washer, baker.
For some reason or another, we didn’t end up in these other jobs, and even if we had, perhaps it wouldn’t have turned out as expected; however, every once it a while, when sitting in a meeting we’d rather not be in, it’s nice to dream.