I Gave Coffee To The Old Janitor My Family Humiliated

the eighteenth floor told me the break room machine was broken again and rolled her eyes about it, and I watched to see what she’d do, and I caught myself doing it and laughed out loud at my own desk like a crazy person.

It gets in you, I guess. The watching.

But here’s what I actually think about, when I think about that whole month. Not the elevator.continue reading …