How about if you drop 5 reams of paper on your head and scream and no one comes to check and see if you are ok? Does that make a sound? I'm pretty sure it does. But the fine attorney's at my firm would like to pretend that they don't hear anything I say or scream. Maybe I should ask: If you drop 5 reams of paper on your head and scream and no one comes to help, does it still hurt? Yes. It does. Nice to know people around here care.
This isn't the first time I have encountered such blatant acts of insensitivity in my office. I ignored this problem when no one came out to see if I was ok after the paper cut incident last week. The paper cut incident being when I screamed out in pain because of the worlds largest paper cut, that still hurts might I add. But with the paper cut, sure I could see how they would think it was just someone's stupid secretary screaming about something stupid. And I guess that is really what it was. But this? All that paper falling from the top cabinet. I mean come on. Weren't they at least curious about what the sound was? Sure I can imagine ignoring my scream, but bloump bluompu blupm booom booom bam. I nearly took out the printer. How could they ignore that?
There isn't much that brings these people out of their offices. I suppose if I started running through the halls and lit myself on fire someone might stick their head out, but probably just long enough to figure out that they needed to close the door. Then I would continue to run through the halls on fire. They would only become annoyed or worried when the flames shooting from my body started to scorch the newly renovated hallways. That is the kind of place this is. People pretend that the other people in the office don't exist. Or maybe they just pretend the secretaries don't exist. Or maybe they just pretend I don't exist. Either way I pretty much make it through the day below everyone's radar. Everyone except Marge's. The one person who I wish ignored me.
Can't say that bothers me. But it's a toss up. Getting ignored might mean I don't have to have boring small talk with people I can't stand, but it also means I could be trapped underneath a pile of paper for days without anyone noticing it. I guess I'll take my chances.
Guess what? I saw Benicio Del Toro yesterday as I ate my grilled corn at Cafe Habana (which is delicious by the way). First I see Mos Def there, now him. This little restaurant has quite the clientele. I did however notice he didn't bus his own table, which I think is awfully rude. He sort of looked like an old drunk man. I am not sure if I was more excited when I sat next to him, or when I sat next to Felicity on the train. It's a close call but I think I will go with Benicio. Because, as Ashley pointed out, how many people have gotten up close and personal with Ms. Scarlett Johansson? Well probably quite a few but none that I have sat next to (sorry Josh).
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