we have the entire floor in the highrise. the walls are new and freshly painted. the halls and offices are bare except for desks.
the execs decide to put the printers, copiers and other noise-making machines in the hallway outside of my office. somehow someone else feels it appropriate to put a stereo out there too, to "mask" the sounds of the machinery. the stereo fails miserably as a mask and instead intensifies the sense of chaos outside my door.
angry, frustrated and inconvenienced i go nextdoor to JMHs office to express my concerns. she continues to work as i talk, seemingly not paying attention.
i return to my office to find it filled with junk. the junk is not mine and im infuriated. i return to JMHs office to vent. again, she's busy and not interested.
i return to my office and am now sharing it with two other employees. the lights are off and they are watching a movie.
ive had it. that was the last straw and now im in a rage. its time to quit. im not staying here another minute.
i storm out of my office and walk through the miles of cooridoor. i come to an elevator and step inside. there are a couple folks from other floors.
the elevator doors close and the floor begins to drop... but not because its lowering to the next floor. the elevator transforms into a flat surface, requiring us to grab the top of the elevator door and hang there. its like we're hanging from the top of a garage door as the door decends from the 34th floor. below we see nothing but elevator shaft. dont let go, its a long drop.
when the elevator finally opens two pharmacists get in and hold the door. i get out wanting to find another way to leave the building.
at some point the scene morphs into this big dancing escapade where all these people are doing all kinds of crazy stuff and running from "the Man". somehow im with them although i keep finding ways out of participating in these bizarre activities. more elevators, lots of rotating glass doorways, diving under glass garage doors as they near the ground, jumping from building to building, a santa parade, pretending to be frozen dead in a church doorway, and secret tunnels.
im exhausted. i need a nap
previously:
weather or not - 2006-03-07
My Flight - 2006-03-02
poetree in motion - 2006-02-28
ultimate personality test - 2006-02-25
limerick e-trip - 2006-02-22