At work, we sit in an unconventional hub of cubicles. The placement of the cubicles lends to a nearly perfect triangle, the points of which are me, Sarah and Alexis. Over the past few months, the three of us have grown pretty close. They’re the first two people at work that I’ve really forged any sort of real relationship with. I vent to them about not only work, but also the ups and downs of regular life.
Turns out, we’re all three strikingly similar, yet different. Some of us love the city, and some of us hate it. Some of us like Skyline Chili, and some of us have yet to try it. Some of us are professional and; oh wait, we’re all pretty inappropriate. Our stable–as it’d be called in the wrestling world–has been coined The Bermuda Triangle, as nothing good comes from our union.
Sarah’s last day was today, leaving the triangle a mere right angle. Here’s to you, Hollywood.
It was by far the saddest day of my budding career. Nothing will compare to that of my Bermuda Triangle. I have pictures of us up in my new sad, and lonely cube.
I have yet to put the trophy up, I’m not sure how I feel about carrying it on the train, I don’t want anyone asking why I’m so Hollywood. I mean…they should just know.
Left by Hollywood on June 3rd, 2008