Dr. StrangeCough or How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love Cubicle

Recently I have been temping in an office for a Major International Corporation. Let me preface this by saying that I am an artist… not an office drone. However, from time to time I do have to do something that pays the bills. Read: This decision was not by choice but out of necessity. I sit in a cubicle in a room full of cubicles. You can hear everyone’s phone calls and keyboard tapping. Translation: Hell.
Over the course of the last few weeks, I’ve learned a lot of interesting things about corporate America. Here they are in no particular order:
*Someone always has a cough… ALWAYS. There are about 30 people who work on this floor and you can bet that at any time someone is coughing or sneezing, sniffling or wheezing. How is it that in the age of Purell people are so damn sick. I personally bring Clorox wipes and wipe down every surface before I touch it to avoid the plague.

*The amount of money you make is directly proportionate to the amount of work you DON’T do and your level of bitchiness. The people up here who make the most money and look down on everyone else hate their lives. I’m pretty sure they go after work and get into their BMWs and drive home to their homes in the Hollywood Hills. They sit in front of their massive televisions and eat Lean Cuisines alone… Yeah that gives you the right to look down on an hourly employee with a loving husband and a Toyota Yaris!

*People are opposed to lifting up their feet when they walk. This actually applies to the entire world but it’s just painfully obvious up here. Is it really so hard to lift your legs up when you walk? Isn’t that what walking is anyway?

*The cycle of screaming is real.  If you are getting screamed at, it rarely has anything to do with what you’ve done.  usually your boss was yelled at by their boss, who was yelled at by their wife, who was yelled at by their kid, who was yelled at by their teacher, who was yelled at by the Principal, who was yelled at by YOU!  That’s how it works.  Next time you feel the need to yell at anyone, count to ten and stop the cycle of screaming.

*A phone is always ringing.  Really no rant to go with that one, but its true.

*Everything needs to happen right now.  In a world where you get instant gratification everyday its hard to remember what really needs to be done right now.  There is no way that everything you do is an emergency.  Is it important?  Yes.  Does it need to get done in a timely fashion?  Yes.  Will the world stop rotating if you don’t answer an email within 2 seconds of receiving it?  Probably not.  I’d love to teach a class in prioritizing work emergencies.  Unless you are an ER doctor or an on call baby neurosurgeon there is no need for you to over exaggerate your role in life.

*Every Friday is like Senior skip day but you’re still a Junior.  The higher-ups saunter in around 10:30am and by 3pm the office is silent.  But because I’m a lowly hourly employee, I’m expected to be here to clock in and clock out, even though these people are making at least 6 times what I make.  That makes sense right?

*Everyone is really thirsty but no one drinks anything.  You know when you are thirsty and you make a smacking sound just opening your mouth?  That seems to be happening to everyone in the office.  Yeah its dry in here but we are just feet away from a water cooler and a vending machine stocked with beveragey wetness.  Sometimes I just want to hand people a Gatorade and say “Thanks for drinking”.

*The woman with the most annoying voice talks the loudest and is on the phone the most.  In this office it is an overweight middle-aged Chinese woman with a perpetual stuffy nose.  It should be noted that she is also the worst offender of the foot shuffle and wears old misshapen Uggs.  You know the ones where the person’s heels are no longer on the sole of the shoe but off to the side almost directly on the ground.  She answers the main line at the office and is completely useless.  She spends the majority of the day planning parties of her own.  I have to make a lot of outbound phone calls and sit right next to this woman.  Every time she answers the phone it sounds like she is blasting through a megaphone.  I can only imagine anyone wanting to work where this is someone perpetually planning a Lunar New Year’s Party.

*If you go to the ladies room at any time during the day there WILL be someone camped out in one of the stalls.  If you’re camped out in the stall I WILL take an inordinate amount of time to use the restroom.  Some of you may not be familiar  with the phenomenon I like to call Shy Poopers.  So here is a run down of how we operate.  A group of mostly women, Shy Poopers would prefer to not poop in public at all but if the need arises they prefer to do so in an empty restroom.  Should someone enter said restroom during a Shy Poop the woman will sit, paralyzed with fear of being discovered, and wait for the person to leave to resume her regularly scheduled activities.  This office is full of them, which is a huge problem for me since I also fall into this category.

*A heavy sigh is not an effective form of communication.  If I counted the number of heavy sighs in this office used as a response to someone’s request I would be in the six digit range.  If you need to show frustration or are upset just say so.  Use your words.

As I sit here in my cube on the last day of this assignment I’m thinking back on all of the things I’ve learned in my short time in this office.  They are as follows:

  • I hate offices.

If I Had Money, I’d Be A Millionaire

Over the last 5 or 6 years, I’ve had some amazing ideas.  Ideas that could have made me rich.  And to be honest, a few that could have made me even more broke.  No one believes me but when I was in Film School I wanted to make a feature-length silent film!  Everyone said it was a terrible idea, that I was the only person in the world who wanted to watch a silent film.  Even if I didn’t listen to them, I worked part-time making $9 an hour, that can’t fund anything.  So I let the idea go.  Big mistake.

Years and years ago I wanted to make a bakery that only sold cupcakes.

Last year I wanted to start a blog called Shit White Girls Do.  I was told NO ONE would read that!  Then a few weeks later Facebook is inundated with Shit Who Ever Does and Says.  Here’s a big Fuck You to them, my blog might be called Not Mother Material but I’m postin’ Shit White Girls Do anyway!

I’m watching my latest food idea being lived out right down the street from my house.  It’s like they even got into my head and took my recipes!

About 15 years ago I started writing a book about a magical land where kids were trained to be wizards.  Okay that one wasn’t true but damn I wish I’d had that idea!

If I was a glass half full kind of person I would think “Man I have amazing ideas I guess”.

But I’m not.  I’m a pessimist, or a realist really.  I can’t help but thinks “That should have been mine”!  So I am now taking donations for my next big idea.  I don’t know what it is yet but I’ll bet you dollars to donuts it will make me a millionaire if I just had a little start-up money.

Obligatory Oscar Post

Last night as I was reading nonstop tweets about the Oscars (follow me on twitter @notmommaterial), I got to thinking… what makes these idiots think they know what should have won?  Unless you at least saw every single movie in every single category you can’t really say what was best.  Yes The Help was arguably the greatest movie ever made and I thought it should have won everything, but I didn’t see Hugo or The Artist so how can I say?  My husband got so angry that Viola Davis didn’t win because she was the best.  But you know what?  He didn’t even see The Iron Lady, or Girl With A Dragon Tattoo, or Twilight (KStew was surely nominated right?!?!)  My point is, everyone in Hollywood thinks they can be armchair Academy members but the truth is if you don’t have an educated opinion you can’t really speculate.

In other Oscar news…

I got to thinking about being mother material and how many of these women really aren’t.  Angelina Jolie looked so thin that I wondered if there was even any food in her fridge.  Can her and Brad just not afford to feed all those kids, their egos and themselves?  Sean Young, who has 2 kids, was arrested at the after party for assaulting someone.

The moral of the story is: Stop making uneducated guesses and send Angelina Jolie a cheeseburger.

Traffic Capital of the Universe

  I live in LA which is the traffic capital of the Universe.  Every day thousands upon thousands of cars sit on the freeways, moving an inch every 10 minutes, trying to get to work on time.  I was thinking about this on my drive in to work today.  I live 3.2 miles away from work, I don’t even need to get on the freeway (thank god).  But since I live in a traffic black hole, it takes me 25 minutes to get to work.  I’ve spent a lot of time wondering why traffic jams happen and here is what I’ve surmised thus far:

  • People ride their brakes like a cheap hooker.  Guess what, if you just take your foot off the gas you will also slow down, and in doing so you will not cause all the people behind you to slam on their brakes thus keeping traffic moving.
  • Murphy’s Law of traffic on LA surface streets states that the person first in line for the light will be checking their email/tweeting/facebooking/looking at internet porn, so they will not go when the light turns green.  They will however give you the finger if you politely tap your horn to get their attention.  PAY ATTENTION!
  • If you are lucky enough to be at one of the 5 green left turn arrows in LA please keep your eyes glued to it.  Like first love it will be fleeting and if you don’t pay attention to it you will miss it, causing the 26 other people behind you to wait for 3 more cycles to turn.
  • On the freeway, for some reason, people feel the need to brake when going downhill or under an overpass.  Plan accordingly.
  • Everyday there is an accident somewhere and everyday people rubber neck.  Often times the traffic going the other direction will be backed up as well because of this.  Don’t be a sicko, just keep driving and go home and watch Faces of Death 6 to get your gore fix.
  • People only care about themselves, especially when you are trying to merge onto a freeway.  I’m pretty sure if every car let one car in front of them, without gratuitously using their brakes, traffic would continue to at least move.
  • When a car is waiting to parallel park and a line of cars builds up behind them, the last car in the line moves to the other lane to go around the car when there is an opening first, and then backwards from there, causing the first person behind the car to be the last person to go around.  BUT what if everyone moved over together and kept traffic moving.  Neat huh??
  • Almost every car on the road has only one person in it.  I know car pooling sucks, I hate people and I hate small talk, but it might get things moving?  But don’t ask me to carpool, I’ll say no every time.  But I’m not the asshole causing traffic jams so I’m fine.

What do you guys think causes all the traffic in LA?

Me? Not Mother Material?!?

A few weeks ago I was told I was not mother material.  This all came about because I recently got married and am rounding out the last of the, what I like to call, “Assumption Questions”.  First you are single and everyone asks you when you are going to settle down.  Then you get a boyfriend and everyone asks when you are getting engaged.  Then you get engaged and everyone starts asking when the wedding is… I mean minutes after the ring is on your finger.  And then before you even have your first dance people are asking when you’re having a baby.

So when I returned to work from my Honeymoon the questions started about babies, one of my co-workers took it upon herself to answer:

“Does this,” while doing a hand gesture up and down my body, “Look like mother material to you?”

This got me thinking.  Despite the fact that I literally mother my friends everyday, some of whom probably couldn’t exist without me, I am being accused of not being mother material?  Don’t get me wrong, I don’t have that eternal need to feel what it’s like to have a child of my own, but I’d be a damn good mother.  I guess my main reason for not feeling connected to being a mother is that I’ve been a mother my whole life.  I’ve taken it upon myself to look after all my friends and boyfriends and even some of my friend’s boyfriends.  And I must say I’m not a huge fan of the responsibility.  The problem is that when you’re the caretaker you sometimes need to take care of yourself right?  Or, god forbid, be taken care of by someone else.  Well when I do that, my little kiddies get upset and then want to confront me about why I wasn’t there for them, meanwhile I’m probably lying in a gutter missing half my leg, but no really your love life (or more likely lack there of) is way more important.

So you might be thinking, if I don’t want to be a mother, why was I so upset about being told I’m not mother material?  It’s just the principle of it.  This person has looked to me as a mother many times. Did I not do a good enough job?  Was it because I had strep throat that one time and had to go to the ER instead of your improv show?  They back pedaled immediately and said it was because I was “too young and hot” but I know the truth.  Is it because my favorite word is Fuck, my favorite emotion is sarcasm, because I always say what’s on my mind, or maybe because I’d rather play violent video games where you kill zombies than read Dr. Seuss.  What ever it is, I disagree.  I would be an amazing mom and you’d be lucky to have me.