Aug 24, 2006
Sad but true, you probably work with people you only see in the elevator. So why is it that it’s always so awkward to try to get someone to chit-chat over meaningless shit while you soar to the 50th floor or something? Hell, I’ve worked in places with sixty floors and places with two and that awkward feeling is universal no matter where the hell you work at. Irony reigns supreme as people who work in the communications industry fail to communicate. Not only that, but they fail to communicate in close quarters, they feel like their half naked and yes, the best thing they can come up with is staring at the fucking numbers on the elevator. Guess what numbers comes after 8…. I TOTALLY thought it was 40.
Really, why is it so hard to say hello, good afternoon, or any of a slew of meaningless comments so you can both remember what it is to feel human? Trust me I’ve been in awkward situations where people simply can’t handle such a trivial trip. They tense up and almost choke upon hearing that a fellow elevator traveler has actually directed a statement of a conversational nature towards them. Egadssssss… Heaven forbid we talk and actually like each other enough to make a group to go have beers and find out we went to different high schools that sucked just about the same. Yeah, remember Mrs. Witherspoon? She totally blew the janitor during Homecoming. You know, valuable random bullshit that will do nothing to help you grow as a professional but will make worker bee life that much more tolerable.
How bout when a higher-up is in the elevator? That’s real fucked up because people still insist on treating people of the higher salary echelons as if they were the school principals. You think a CEO doesn’t enjoy chit-chat once in a while? You think they don’t talk? Hell I know I bash CEO’s often, but it’s my worker bee nature some would say, or maybe it’s a Utopic sense of grandeur I sometimes adopt, or maybe, just maybe it’s because I think people who have money and power and let it get to their heads suck just a little bit. But still, I’ve met, spoken and actually spent quality time with real CEO’s, real bosses and people you not only fear or respect, but appreciate for having business savvy yet appreciating people who are under them. So feel free to remark on the weather patterns, crocheting techniques or the latest plunge in NASDAQ.
Talk, communicate, be a person and desist from staying in your little iPOD dominated egocentric kingdom. Who knows? You might even enjoy it. And plus, for you guys, if you talk to a pretty girl at least you don’t simply stare at her tits and she’ll be thankful for at least some conversation with their dose of harassment for the day. And for the girls, talking to a guy is not a fucking crime either, we don’t always have to make the first move and we often times don’t want to seem lame, eager, overly anxious to converse or well, simply desperate. Cheers.
Posted by Joker at 1:09 PM