Not of Your World
I am not of your world.
You probably think you know me. I fit right in. I talk around the water cooler. I show you pictures of my kid. Last week, when management went nuts and expected everybody to work an eighty-hour week, I bitched along with the rest of you.
I look just like you.
I know that when you look at me, you see a person who is talented and team-oriented, but quiet, and personally conservative. I come in early, I work through lunch, I stay late. I have a reputation for getting the job done. Even the gang over at marketing works well with me, and marketing doesn’t work well with anybody.
I show up at the office Christmas party, eat a bite or two of the food, and leave as soon as is politically appropriate. There’s a candy dish on my desk, and I always have some of everybody’s favorite candy. I get along.
There’s nothing all that unusual about me.
You’ll never notice. My disguise is perfect. At work, I am all professional; in the neighborhood I’m the nice guy next door. I bowl on Thursday nights.
Then, on the weekends, I hop in my car and leave. I camp. I commune with nature. I bring back fantastic pictures of wildflowers and rock formations. Everybody knows this about me; sometimes co-workers ask me why I don’t try to have my pictures published.
This week, I am on vacation. It’s time for a longer trip, and better pictures. I pack my tent, my sleeping bag, my camera.
Nobody notices that I don’t bother to pack a cooler. I don’t need one; I’ll find my food where I’m going. With a cup of takeout coffee in my hand, I pull out of town and onto the interstate. I have a long way to go, so I turn the radio and settle back.
I’ll be out in the desert soon. I can’t wait. I’m tired, and this time I’m not going back.
Thank Sreesik for that. I am ready to get rid of this ridiculous monkey suit and take off my helmet, stretch my eyestalks and breath a civilized atmosphere again. There’s the brush that conceals the ship.
As I said, I am not of your world. You will be of my world soon enough, however. Just wait until you find out what we discuss around the water cooler.
You probably think you know me. I fit right in. I talk around the water cooler. I show you pictures of my kid. Last week, when management went nuts and expected everybody to work an eighty-hour week, I bitched along with the rest of you.
I look just like you.
I know that when you look at me, you see a person who is talented and team-oriented, but quiet, and personally conservative. I come in early, I work through lunch, I stay late. I have a reputation for getting the job done. Even the gang over at marketing works well with me, and marketing doesn’t work well with anybody.
I show up at the office Christmas party, eat a bite or two of the food, and leave as soon as is politically appropriate. There’s a candy dish on my desk, and I always have some of everybody’s favorite candy. I get along.
There’s nothing all that unusual about me.
You’ll never notice. My disguise is perfect. At work, I am all professional; in the neighborhood I’m the nice guy next door. I bowl on Thursday nights.
Then, on the weekends, I hop in my car and leave. I camp. I commune with nature. I bring back fantastic pictures of wildflowers and rock formations. Everybody knows this about me; sometimes co-workers ask me why I don’t try to have my pictures published.
This week, I am on vacation. It’s time for a longer trip, and better pictures. I pack my tent, my sleeping bag, my camera.
Nobody notices that I don’t bother to pack a cooler. I don’t need one; I’ll find my food where I’m going. With a cup of takeout coffee in my hand, I pull out of town and onto the interstate. I have a long way to go, so I turn the radio and settle back.
I’ll be out in the desert soon. I can’t wait. I’m tired, and this time I’m not going back.
Thank Sreesik for that. I am ready to get rid of this ridiculous monkey suit and take off my helmet, stretch my eyestalks and breath a civilized atmosphere again. There’s the brush that conceals the ship.
As I said, I am not of your world. You will be of my world soon enough, however. Just wait until you find out what we discuss around the water cooler.