Eccentric Flower:199809/office after hours

five september ninety eight ten p m

office after hours

I've changed my mind about the elevator in my office building. I just got here and there wasn't another soul in the building and the elevator was sitting on 1. So maybe the resting floor really is 1 and it's just always on 3 because so many people always want to go to 3. Or maybe it doesn't have a resting floor, in which case the law of averages says it's on 3 for the same reasons.

This is a four-story building. I've been here since March and I have only seen one other area of this building besides our cluster of offices one time. There could be Martians on the other three floors for all I know.

It's always interesting being in an office building long after work hours. Even the dedicated hackers aren't here at ten on a Saturday. But since no one ever turns their computers off (for Unix systems that's a bad idea), the hum of equipment is still everywhere. Like the sequence at the beginning of Alien where the ship is all silent and the first things you hear are the sounds of the computers and lights coming on.

Don't look at me that way. I'm only here to get a book I forgot. I needed an excursion in the night air anyway, and I'm leaving again as soon as I post this.

You know, I didn't realize until I was told this morning that Monday was a holiday. I plumb forgot. And no one at work mentioned it.

Off I go into the darkness by foot and subway.

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