- the room I am seating in, reviewing furniture quotes for untold $millions, has 2 doors but no windows.
- two other occupants are:
1)family-oriented sad-eye latino man who uses a stand-up desk. his workplace displays photos of all his children at various stages of their development, as well as their varied diplomas, trophy and macaroni+clay art they’ve ever produced
2)a chinese lipstick-lesbian with a grudge. she is sporting a shaved temple, torn jeans, high heels and collection of heavily-jeweled rings. cll talks with affectation in street latino-speak, calls her coworkers “mammi” and “pappi”, and greets everyone with a “yo-Yo-YO!”. her desk is decorated with enlarged photos of her two chihuahuas.
- both, encouraged by corporate spirit, have their radios blaring all day: 1)political news and 2)hip-hop. at least the 1) has a decency to work only till 2pm (he starts at 5am), so i can turn off his hell-spewing machine. the 2) sings along.
In other news: through the glass of studio bubble I witnessed Steve Martin playing banjo.