At The Office, Susan Closes "Her Door"...

S: “I’m closing my door now.”
J: At the copier by Susan’s desk, J purses her lips, interesting.
Susan doesn’t have a door to her office. She motions to close one anyway and gives a little wave as if saying, “I’ll see ya later.”
J understands though, and motions to lock her lips. She’ll be very quiet as Susan is busy behind her “closed door.”
S: Susan clicks on Pandora. The selection of the moment must be classical. She knows calming music is needed; her desk is covered with enormous piles of folders to attack today. To avoid that heart racing overwhelming feeling, she practices the Mozart Effect to keep her blood pressure low. In her head, she is concentrating on the lulling music, dee, dee, deee da, dee, dee, deee, da…But before Pandora switches to a Haydn concerto, Susan shouts over to J, “Oh, I love this song. The Script is on. They are so freakin’ awesome. My son found this group for me.“ Oops. She then realizes that she shut her door and was supposed to be quiet. “Oh but wait. My door is closed and J can’t hear me.”
J: Sitting in her office, J bursts out laughing, clearly acknowledging that Susan has lost her mind. But it’s okay; it happens many times a day…to both of them.
S: Leans across her desk, and motions to open “her door” a crack, “I love this song,” she whispers over to J. She then closes “her door” again.
Both pick up their mugs of coffee and adjust their The Office magnets clinging to their computers. Susan picks Stanley for today. She is tired of being “so Pam” as everyone says.
Susan can’t keep her “door” closed for long.
She gets lonely and likes to laugh with J.
Susan really wishes she had a door to her “office.”
But don’t you hate it when a co-worker closes their door? It feels soooo, soooo insulting? Is that the word I want? Degrading? Condescending? Rude? I’m not good enough to hear or see what you are doing in there, huh? Must be something pretty darn important going on behind that closed door, must be something really B.I.G….
Tomorrow I have a lot of work to do…30 files are heading my way. Looks like I’ll be needing to shut my door. –S.S.
Irish Note: Dublin is infamous for their gorgeous colorful doors.
Did I ever tell you about the time when J collapsed to the floor in a boneless puddle laughing hysterically?
Hint: It has a lot of The Ridiculous going on.