Does it matter if mushrooms are threatening to choke me to death?
I had to laugh this morning when I got down to my Girl Cave at about 6:30 and noticed that the mushroom that has started growing through the floor (don’t ask; it’s too gross to get into and I am pretty sure that it’s still early enough in the process (and far enough away from my chair) that I will not get mucormycosis or a brain abscess or something) had gotten significantly larger in the 36 hours that I had been away. Most of yesterday, you see, was spent in the car with my dad and my dog, schlepping rusty axles around the state of Georgia. It’s my new life, y’all.
Anyhow, so the mushroom is getting bigger, to the point that it makes me jump to see how much bigger it has gotten, which is not the point at which I laughed. The point at which I laughed is when I then opened my e-mail (after some quiet writing time, of course) and saw Seth Godin’s latest blog post. Do you get his posts? I resisted for a long time, because he’s kind of a hypey McHypster, but they’re actually really good. He usually writes one per day but they’re short and dry and very wise, almost like an unabridged Chinese fortune cookie. Unlike my writing, really. And my point is that his latest post begins like this:
It might be a garage or a sunlit atrium, but the place you choose to do what you do has an impact on you.
And then it goes on for a little bit longer to tell you to be very discerning about where you choose to get stuff done, because we associate places with certain outcomes. You should not make the conference room where you chew people out the very same spot where you try to get brainstorming accomplished, for example. So, of course I wonder what his thoughts would be on a workplace with fungus growing out of the floors.