Our life has been rearranged by Hurricane Sandy which flooded our offices and eventually blew us into the fancy quarters of Towers Tilney & Webb. For the first few days we and our colleagues wandered around the sleek, glass-paneled hallways like children raised by wolves suddenly thrust into civilization, fascinated by the latte machine, the subsidized cafeteria and the mailroom guy distributing Zagat 2013 to “the associates.”
Land o’ Goshen! nobody ever called us an associate, let alone thought we ate anywhere but from a trough. We regretted becoming a public defender when we could have. . . . JUST KIDDING! 🙂 🙂 🙂 🙂 :).
We would never sell our souls for these decadent luxuries. . . our own printers. . .unlimited pencils. . . champagne on Fridays. Give us the true, authentic, meaningful life of struggling against injustice and paper-mangling xerox machines. The eternal quest for truth and an envelope big enough to fit your brief into. The satisfaction of something attempted something done when we staple the blueback the right way up after no more than four tries.
In a few weeks we’ll be back to our old digs. We wonder if the mouse is still there. And we don’t mean a computer mouse.