A co-worker this afternoon wandered by my desk and asked if I wanted to take a walk down to the corner so he could pick up a pack of smokes. I’m all for taking an opportunity to get away from the desk so I agreed. As we walked down the block he smoked and I talked. We entered the store and there was the “wall of nicotine” in all its glory: smokes, chew, dip & snuff.
He ordered his pack of Marlboro Lights and the worker turned to me. I can’t even tell you how great it was to say, “Nothing for me thanks.” I’ve been quit for quite a while now, but it’s these little things that keep the quit real. It was a great feeling.
Back to work!