The Cast of the Co-workers

Ahhh...the sun peaks over the edge of the umbrella, shining in gloriously, taunting its brilliance to those who hide from it. The tree swaying in the gentle breeze, toying its leafy branches in its tantalizing way. Cool drops from an icy drink drip onto bare skin as a straw connects with moist lips. And as I stare at the paper filled wall, the vision is broken by the Whining Office Intern. Haven't met this pleasant individual yet, eh? Give it time. Easily recognized, often suffering from last night's debauchery, revelry and shenanigans the Whining Office Intern is aghast to find out that, yet again, the world is plotting against her. Not only did she find out that her apartment lease ends in the middle of finals week -- GASP! -- now she is homeless for three months. And not only is this information shared with the landlord, Mom, Dad and fellow roommates, it is also shared with Mom (again), Dad (again), fellow roommates (again), sympathetic friends, meandering passers-by and everyone who dwells within the vicinity of the wondrous place I like to call "Cubeland." Once visited, the nuances of Cubeland reveal themselves. The smells from lunch. Personal phones calls that really ought to have remained personal. Bodily functions that are better performed in the bathroom. Business calls that should have been subjected to a course in "Political Correctness: Yes, you too can get what you want without yelling." The various faces change, but the stereotypes remain. Lingering among the living like the ghosts they should be. Will they ever truly leave? Or should I place the local diocese on speed dial?