A more than weird episode at the office
I’m in the elevator with a weird colleague I had never seen before. The company had been growing like crazy in the past years, and the days when you could say “I know everyone” are long gone.
Long story short, I get off the elevator on the 6th floor and I think to myself:
Damn! That girl smells like the sixties and looks like shite…
Cold tobacco and wet leather kind of smell. And the looks, well I leave that to your imagination. Don’t get too wild though.
As the elevator door closes, I hear her whistle.
… All the lonely people…Where do they all come from …
OK. Eleanor Rigby, The Beatles, 1966. How odd. How fitting actually. The song could have been about her. I go my way whistling Your song by Elton John as a tribute to her.
You can tell everybody, this is your song …
I know, I am being mean. But hey, what can I say, it is just not my day, and besides, my thoughts are my own to think.
And it is not like she could hear me!
I head to my desk. A message is waiting for me in the chat.
If I smell like the sixties and I look like shite, you’d better be a nostalgic scatophile for I’m here to stay. Just saying.
Eleanor Rigby, COO
It was sent the previous evening.
That would explain the sixties smell.
And back to the main title, it can hardly get worse than sharing the elevator with a telepathic-time-travelling C-level executive. I guess the fab four would agree.
Let the board sound