...used to have a ringside seat for all the yelling & screaming that went on behind the closed doors of upper management... my desk was a sort of an opera-box right outside the CEO's office... quite entertaining, actually, if one wasn't directly involved...
...former location of the company was a one-floor rented office suite, very cramped... new location is an entire two-floor building... almost every VIP has their office on the upper floor, so now "upper management" is a literal expression...
...consequently am, as a first-floor peon, completely out-of-touch with the day-to-day emotional hyperbole, having been posited in a narrow, cold, cathedral-like space, two storeys high, with very messy acoustics... soundscape resembles that of an indoor pool, but without the lapping water... can't understand anybody speaking ten feet away... voices from beyond are completely baffled into a white noisy silence...
...last night before leaving, there fell a upon my now complacent ears the almost forgotten sound of one half of a phone conversation gone horribly wrong... an unholy shrieking, from the far end of the edifice, passed through two sets of closed doors and crossed over the anteroom balcony to hang just beyond the grasp of comprehension...
... wasn't sure whether that made me feel unsettled or wistful...
Posted by edgar at January 17, 2003 02:50 PM