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A series of 90 inch bulbs running vertically along the ceiling flicker on, as I set off a motion detector in the muggy basement. I glide my fingers down the handrail as my eyes lead the descent. In the first room, there were two aisles of poorly folding clothing stacked to the ceiling on black metal stands, a series of support beams that cut the first room in half from front to back, a handful of chairs placed around the room sporadically, speed rail that was filled with every type of hanger, folding tables, an office space, and a bathroom door that wouldn’t remain closed.
Only a moment after my feet touch down on one of the slabs of rubber that cover the dirt floor, a waft of cold air hits me from the left. It was a windy day and the uninsulated ‘exposed’ (if you, like me, consider a sheet of tyvek an easy way to conceal a sore sight) elevator shaft was where the breeze had come from. I made my way down the second aisle towards the corner where the office was tucked away, took a seat on a squeaky medal folding chair and glanced over all the agendas tacked to the cluttered bulletin board.
There were schedules, monthly planners, phone lists, gym memberships, Polaroid’s of staff members, event flyers, inventory counts, employee regulations, and example time cards, covering almost every square inch of the wood panel wall. A sense of tunnel vision set in and I was helpless to move. This lethargic feeling was all too comfortable and I knew this was going to be an unproductive Wednesday.
Only a moment after my feet touch down on one of the slabs of rubber that cover the dirt floor, a waft of cold air hits me from the left. It was a windy day and the uninsulated ‘exposed’ (if you, like me, consider a sheet of tyvek an easy way to conceal a sore sight) elevator shaft was where the breeze had come from. I made my way down the second aisle towards the corner where the office was tucked away, took a seat on a squeaky medal folding chair and glanced over all the agendas tacked to the cluttered bulletin board.
There were schedules, monthly planners, phone lists, gym memberships, Polaroid’s of staff members, event flyers, inventory counts, employee regulations, and example time cards, covering almost every square inch of the wood panel wall. A sense of tunnel vision set in and I was helpless to move. This lethargic feeling was all too comfortable and I knew this was going to be an unproductive Wednesday.