Still Pissed Off
I may be a bit moody, but most of the time I am pretty good at shaking off the bad moods. I give them a little time to visit and then send them on their way, but today it just isn’t happening. Today I still see stormclouds, I am snorting fire and spitting blood.
My office is located on the top floor of a six floor building. Levels two and three are occupied by some television production companies whose employees are too lazy to walk up a flight of stairs. Instead they use the elevator to go up or down one flight.
Today I was heading down when I ran into a few of them. This one guy in particular is notorious for refusing to walk but today I wasn’t having any of it. He must have felt my attitude because he looked at me and muttered something. I rose to the occasion and suggested that if the elevator were a person he would be arrested for abuse and offered a gentle reminder that if he actually walked a flight of stairs he would demonstrate courtesy for himself and others.
It is the first time I have actually said anything, but what the hey. I have been engaging in elevator warfare for quite some time now. So when he suggested I try something that is currently anatomically impossible I warned him to watch out for Ahab as I had heard he was in the building. The reference went way over his head as did my other snotty response to “what are you waiting for?” when I said Godot.
I have to admit to some minor embarrassment at having responded to Moby’s comments, but we all have bad days. I expect that I am going to languish in this place for a little longer because I am not ready to give up this stupid idiocy yet. Maybe this afternoon, we shall see.