Office Drama

Drama. I used to think it was pretty interesting, and if I ever thrived on it, I won't admit it now. I know that any time you put two human beings or more in close proximity of each other you can be sure you will get drama.

This week there was enough drama in my office to make me close my door. I try not to do that, but I also did not want to be drawn in to it - there's a little part of me that just might go there... so it's better to stay away. And staying out of it, but watching it when you have to be around the people involved, is like being the designated driver. What is interesting and intriguing when you are a part of it, looks pretty pathetic when you're not.

By Thursday, it was really wearing me out. While driving home and passing other office buildings, I began thinking about the fact that my office takes up one half of one floor in one 10 story building in one section of other office buildings in my city. In my immediate view, there are many people creating drama in their offices, at the mall and in their cars. Multiply that by all the people who interact with others everyday - and unless you are hiding in a bunker somewhere - that's just about everyone. I am amazed that the energy of all this drama hasn't sucked the air out of the planet.

An old television detective drama, the Naked City, ended each program with this line, “There are eight million stories in the Naked City. This has been one of them.”

Proving that there is everything new - and nothing new - under the sun.