I work in the office few days a week now. The office neighbors with a recording studio. So I am writing some boring e-mails while at the same time voices of a woman and a man from behind the door sound, discussing an existential crises of their lives, over and over. I feel funny. Then the owner of one of the voices walks in, the studio has to be entered through my office, ha, I almost say hi because I recognize him, he gets in and says thirty times in a row: Run through the forest, lets meet at the car, I ll beep twice, OK? And he walks out and I keep writing existential emails to my boring addressees...
4 comments:
What a great story!
You sure don't need a radio in your office. Or perhaps you do need plug in earphones, in order to avoid the repetition.
Work environments have odd "microclimates" at times. I love your photos of the dollies (your niece's?), nice baby dolls are impossible to find here.
Really? It is hard to believe that you cannot find a nice doll in Italy. The single one is an old one, from the seventies. These last long.
The washing hanging out there in the sun makes me think of my childhood. I can almost feel the breeze.
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