It is the start of another day in the office. We face large
windows that overlook a green sitting area and ends with the outside walls of a
bar. The blinking Lottery sign in one
window and Yingling Beer Sign in the other stare at me all day. Today I notice a young woman in a hot pink
sweatshirt hugging a man in a brown sweatshirt.
Now the window turns into a TV monitor and the office workers start
watching the couple with interest. The
pink sweatshirt starts wiping her eyes. We start making up stories as to what
is going on. Oh no he is walking
away! He is going back to the bar. Look she is wiping her eyes again. What is she going to do? She is following him into the bar.
All of us girls started talking as to how we improvised a story while watching the large Window TV. I start entering the timecards and think to myself, “Yes, some days I feel like a tarot reader when I enter in the timecards.” I can read the lives of our employees. I see the sick time when they don’t feel good or they just want a bunch of days off. I can feel the hurt when someone they know dies. I see the joy when they get three days off because someone has died. It has been an interesting 25 years working in the office fishbowl.
