my office: definately not in kansas anymore

I happen to work at a very backwards office. In the design world, most offices focus on fostering a creative and relaxed atmosphere so as to produce the best working environment for their employees. Mine is quite the opposite. Located on the bottom two floors of the NYC townhouse home of the married president and vice president of the company, it is stark, cold, and strictly run.

There is absolutely no food allowed at our desk, yet we are provided with no break room in which to eat. We are constantly reminded by the Mrs. that we must show up to work each day in absolutely pristine professional attire, yet she walks around in her pajamas all day long. We may not have a coffee maker in the office, but Mr. has an espresso machine which we must run to and from to grab him another at the drop of a hat (at least 8 times a day). Constant yelling, screaming, and slamming of doors can be expected on a daily basis.

There are also some colorful perks to working here, like the talking African gray parrot, Urbano, who sits in my office. But today really takes the cake. It’s a quiet afternoon at the office as all of the bosses are in Europe on “business.” There are two Scottish Terriers that roam around the office, one white, one black. Today, someone must have injected them with prozac because they came flying down the stairs at incredible speeds such as I had never seen before, and into my office, frantically chasing one another back and forth, growling and panting. I thought this to be kind of odd. Then suddenly, as if i was helucinating, a tiny brown chiwahwah came gracefully trotting through my door. I have never seen this dog in my life. I have no idea where she came from and no idea where she ran off to when i tried to catch her.

TGIF…

-Jane