written by owen on 2008-Jul-21.

Today we lost power on the entire third floor. I had forgotten how it is to work in a totally unpredictable environment - no silver spoon. It was right about lunch time, so I left my desk and proceded to talk to everybody who would normally pass my desk while I worked and annoy me. First there was the girl from the office downstairs haven't seen her in weeks probably thinks I am avoiding her - she still doesn't know my name. Then there are the interns happy and bright eyed, born made to wave the flag.

Then there is the other woman that never leaves her desk, shes cool. We chatted about the view and the fact that office next door is built on something that somewhat seems like a slave plantation - silver spoon in hand. She was abducted, probably sold so I moved on, power still not back. Some guys opened the fire escape, disrupting the darkness and were apparently plotting a double suicide - bored I went to get pictures. However, they were chatting up the lunch lady. She was a brick house. It ain't me.

Then there is my most closest neighbor, cutting up veges in the office sink for lunch. Health nut. Reminishing on when they left high school, was it 82 or 79? We talked about kids and how it was when we were young, then now, apartments, gated communities and maps. Maps confuse her. I however take great pleasure in maps - Kingston has too many roads.

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