office space

it's been awhile since i worked in a real office. like, one where the higher-ups go for power lunches in their pristinely pressed suits and lunch is strictly 12:00 to 1:00. like the one in "waydowntown" (if you haven't seen it, seek it out. shot in calgary, it's my favorite of gary burns' low budget flicks). but here i am, workin' in production like the studded-cuff-and-skull wearin' girl that i am. and i can assure you i don't exactly fit right in...

i have often bitched about rush hour traffic when i'm driving, but i have never IN MY LIFE noticed that rush hour also applies to elevators. i worked for my dad for about 4 summers and never had to wait more than a minute for a lift. here doesn't work that way. especially on or about the EXACT hours of 9:00, 12:00, 1:00, and 5:00. and if i AM lucky enough that the doors open to let me on, i am surely cursed to stop at each and every floor on the way down/up...

then there's the bitchy people. i guess i can't blame 'em. if i was stuck here every day, indefinitely, i'd walk around like a fucking asshole too. first was the guy that shot me the cut-eye cause i was using the latte machine. then there was the guy that told me i was to copy "large print jobs" in the mail room (and after i apologized, and pointed out i that there's no way i could have known, this loser POSTED A SIGN).

so, today, i stopped to actually listen in on a few conversations going on around my cubicle. hey, i'm not suggesting that i'm beyond ridiculous dialogue on a day-to-day basis. but these struck me as amusing, mostly based on the fact that the dudes are wearing ties, and the chicks are in heels...:


GUY BEHIND ME: "You look really good today, not that you don’t normally…You just have a real glow to you today”
GIRL BEHIND ME: “it’s aveda toner”

GIRL BEHIND ME'S BOSS (re: company picnic... TRUE !): "Those clowns were alright, though. Some clowns are really scary"

CRAZY LADY TO MY LEFT: "And it’s really funny because I made her cry on Friday"

GUY ACROSS MY CUBICLE WALL (on the phone): "Ooooooooooh !!!! I think he was flirting with you !!!"

GUY IN FINANCE: "Yes, so we’ll put that into the data integrity report"

GUY BEHIND ME : "I’m kinda playing hard to get with him right now"

LADY TO THE CLARK KENT-ALIKE IN OFFICE TO MY LEFT: "y'know, you kinda look like clark kent"

GIRL BEHIND ME: "Is that a man-purse ?"
GUY BEHIND ME: "no it’s a graphic artists attache !!"

i actually don't mind the guy behind me. he's kinda funny. it says his name is DREW on his little name plaque on his cubicle. i won't say his last name in case somebody knows him. where my name should be on my cubicle it says "menus" cause production likes to eat. and on my wall it says "i choo-choo choose you, happy valentines" cause pauly thought it would be nice to test our new printer with something amusing. i will eventually post something calgary flames-ish. but i probably won't get around to it...

i think i can go home now.