That Lean Cuisine Smells Heavenly
2002-04-12
Every office has one. that certain someone who attempts to make up for her lack of social skill with sheer enthusiasm. that one person you avoid making eye contact with in the halls, the elevator, the break room, for fear of being ensnared by unending, vaguely disconcerting small talk. that stalking horse for whom "how are you?" is no simple pleasantry, but a slippery slope into a hell dimension. oh, the modern office can be a dangerous game.
i don't know her name. in my brief tenure at my current assignment, i have been fortunate enough not to have been caught in her crossfire. but i have witnessed from the sidelines. today being my last day, i've been keeping an exceptionally low profile as to avoid the obvious "OHHH, so you found a job, huh?" conversation starter. devolution into how her daughter from her third marriage lost her kids to the state after the explosion of the meth lab in the basement of the house she shares with her common-law husband or the rhapsodies of leftover catering guacamole is not how i want to spend my afternoon.
wait.
maybe it is.
-finn
Previously:
Shiny Happy Person (or Something Like That) - 2005-08-19
Having Trouble Saying What I Mean With Dead Poets and a Drum Machine - 2005-08-14
Let's Rock! - 2005-07-27
Knock Me Right Off My Feet - 2005-07-22
Play or You'll Never Know - 2005-07-14
