Life in a Dairy Barn

I spend roughly 40% of a given week at work. Thank god I never sleep so I can still screw around writing blahg entries.

The office is a weird place. Not just my office, most of them, though each has their own quirks. It is a family in the sense of people who spend so much time together, depend on one another and are forced together by circumstance rather than choice. Work, eat, forced recreation (if you think those after hours drinks are optional, you aren't a team player!), and what have you. All these wonders of the daily grind happen in very tight quarters.

Here is where it gets really fun. You get to learn stuff about people that you just don't need or want to know. Marital problems, ailments, party planning, job searches....the list is endless. These odd nuggets of information give you a little insight into people you think you know. Mostly, though, everyone has a little Hyde in them. Due to the proximity and the hours, the Hyde doesn't stay hidden. It naturally leaks out through overheard phone conversations, office gossips and outright speculation.

Here is where we gets truly bizarro in the way that only humans can. What do we do with these tidbits? Nothing. We politely go about our business. Save for some behind the back whispering, we pretend we do not know that our office mate is screwing around on his wife, the guy in accounting binges and purges, and the new girl has a gambling problem.

So, how was your weekend?