(what i feel like on the metro. via the pin, of course!)

after almost two weeks under my working girl belt, here are a few work place idiosyncrasies i've noticed.

those who speed walk, do so for no apparent reason. i say, slow it down, people. are you really going to reach that crosswalk with the flashing red hand faster than me? and what may i ask happens when i pull up alongside you and give you the evil eye out of my peripheral vision?

when the metro or bus pulls up to your stop, good luck trying to figure out where you are. i am contemplating phonics as a second language to decipher the conductor. and no, sir, you may not shut that double door when my arm and bag are still on the platform. please. wait for my whole body to enter the car.

i'll be the first to say i am a starbucks addict. anywhere. any place. however, is it necessary to purchase a venti triple shot soy latte hold the whip, every day? and if so, is it necessary to parade it in front of me while we are in a speed walk-off?

i spend more time interacting with the printer and copier than i do with an actual person. as a result i have become very dependent on the work ethic of these machines. in our office relationship, you could say im a little needy. and if you shoot out a paper with messy ink spots and sounds from the devil, then, printer, i may be forced to smack you. 

and while most people on the workforce, long for that evasive friday, not me.
i mean, after all, how will the office get on without me?