Sometimes I feel like no one else in the office/building/Manhattan feels the same way that I do about the work day. Sometimes it seems like everyone is ready to face the hours spread out before them, excited about meetings and deals, powerfully sipping their iced coffees. But then there are times, like this morning, when I connect with someone, if only for a moment. I was sharing an elevator with your basic middle-aged holiday-sweater three-exclamation-point office lady and her co-worker, a slouched balding guy in a colorless suit who looked a little beat down — like he knew that somewhere along the line he missed out on something.
Her: It’s Tuesday!!!
Him: [long pause] What?
Her: It’s Tuesday. The week is flying by!!!
Him: [longe pause] Seems like it was just yesterday.
Her: Before we know it, Christmas will be here!!!
Him: [longer pause] Before we know it, we’ll all be dead.
I looked up from my book and found his eyes. We both smiled, comforted.
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September 18, 2007 at 3:21 pm
Courtney
You should move to the Northwest. Life seems to matter more than jobs out here.
September 18, 2007 at 4:23 pm
Rachel
Yeah well, I figured it out. EIther:
1. In an attempt at being “professional”, people somehow manage to fake all that happiness/perkiness/excitement about being at work, or
2. They are acutally excited every day, and therefore insane
September 18, 2007 at 5:22 pm
paul
i love your blog like hippies love patchouli. also, i had a strange dream with britney spears in it, and she was really cool in my dream. She looked really healthy and sane too. Maybe it wasn’t actually britney spears, maybe it was just my former pyschiatrist calling herself britney.