Yet another post for today, because this is crazy!

I have an office filled with huge lovely windows. I have an armchair to sit in on breaks, some neat art and my calendar is a French picture-a-day calendar. All in all an ok office, if one has to be in one. And this one has bills to pay so I do have to be in one.

The most interesting thing about this office though is the windows. They are windows to me, but mirrors to those on the outside. Now I know that everyone knows this on some level, but for the most part people walking by just seem to see them as giant mirrors placed there for their pleasure. Which as it happens is my pleasure. If they knew I could see them, I wouldn’t find the windows anywhere near as interesting

My current favourite is this really nice looking woman that works on some other floor of the building, but parks on the road behind where I work. She ALWAYS stops to check herself out on the way to and from her car. Yes, always. Once she even stopped and took a full minute of contemplating her own lovely self:

“Boy, am I pretty. I’m the prettiest girl here. I bet everyone else wishes they could be as pretty as me, but they can’t. I am the prettiest person in the whole city, and people love me. I think it makes people happy just to look at me and enjoy the prettiness. I feel sad for all the non pretty people, their lives must be so sad. But they can always look at me and be happy again. Who wouldn’t be happy seeing such prettiness? I’m almost doing a public service with my prettiness”.

Unfortunately, what she doesn’t seem to realize is that the smug self-satisfied expression that seems to be permanently affixed to her face negates the whole nice looking thing.

There is a building being put up next door, and once morning, a construction worker stopped to…re-arrange his package. Worried that he might decide that it was a good place for a bathroom break, I stood up and rapped on the window. Scared the be-jesus out of him! Hated to do it, but watching some stranger peeing in public first thing in the morning is not on my things I want to do list. He had to be stopped.

Why mention this now? Because mere minutes ago there was a couple kissing outside my window. He had a ring on his “I’m married” finger, she didn’t. May mean nothing, may mean everything, but in the meantime they need to STOP. It isn’t a mirror, ya morons!