Overheard in the office:
You should know better than to rely on email. You know that email isn’t important around here.”
I know. It was news to me too. Now if we could only do away with that pesky internet fad I’ve been hearing so much about. I wonder what kind of reaction I’ll get from the CFO if I put in a purchase request for carrier pigeons.
A recent non-conversation in the elevators where I work…
Scene: A woman, about middle aged, gets on at the 4th floor (I am on my way to the 8th). She presses 5 (remember this, it’s important to the rest of the story). I die a little inside. ‘They have stairs lady,’ I think to myself wishing I could push her out of the elevator.
The elevator travels up one floor to the 5th. The door opens. The middle ages woman turns to me:
“Is this the 6th Floor?”
I stare, somewhat confused, like a dog that has just been shown a card trick. I say nothing.
She turns back to the elevator door, a slight look of panic in her eyes. She staggers out of the elevator. I shake my head in disbelief.
I often like to think that she is still down there on the 5th floor, tired, but wide-eyed with confusion, hair askew, trying in vain to find that elusive 6th floor.