I’m sitting in the 555 12th St.lobby where the faint smell of industrial cleaner and other general, large building lobby smells remind me of my first office job in Columbus, Ohio. I’d go to work with my Dad early in the morning and was intimidated by all the Very Serious looking people in their Very Serious looking clothes walking to and fro in Very Serious buildings. Having to get dressed up in a suit everyday and go downtown did not appeal to me and I missed my golf course maintenance job. The job was at The Ohio Company and my mission was to arrange thousands of yellow folders in numerical order. I’d have my coffee, sit down and put headphones on, then order the infinite folders for seven hours with a one hour break for lunch when I’d often meet up with Dad. I didn’t mind the work and was glad to have a job.
I do not like the smell of this lobby and am glad I no longer have to shuffle folders everyday. I’ll soon meet with a customer who seems more like an old friend and then leave this building. Perhaps I’ll have Taco Bell for lunch.