I want to work on the 34th floor
I want to work on the 34th floor. The 34th floor of my building houses the stunning prototype for CBRE real estate offices. It offers breathtaking views of the Chicago river, stunning skyscrapers including the Tribune Tower, and has at least 2 stories of windows looking east over the lakefront.
The floor plan is so downright pretty. The first time I set eyes on the place, I felt as though I was Dorothy stepping into the Land of Oz for the first time -- seeing everything in Technicolor.
And I'm so covetous of them.
It’s simply beautiful.
Plus the people who work there fit right in with the company design and brand. Indeed, I can spot the 34th Floor employees as soon as I get into the elevator with them. They are impeccably dressed. They look fantastic, from their hair, designer sunglasses and bags, right down to their shoes. The employees have great posture, speak in professional tones, and are coiffed as if they just stepped out of the Charles Ifergan salon on North Michigan Avenue.
IT'S NOT GOOD TO COMPARE OURSELVES WITH OTHERS
I stand in the elevator, waiting for my stop, with a heavy work bag pulling down my sagging left shoulder – and further wrinkling my already un-ironed dress.
My hair is frizzy from Chicago’s humidity and I’ve developed a slight sweat after schlepping in 11 blocks from my train station. Any production efforts at home in front of the bathroom mirror are pointless – it’s back to square one for my hair and make-up.
And I know these polished employees are headed toward the 34th floor of our building – the epitome of style and elegance. People on the 34th floor have luxurious offices, state-of-the art equipment, espresso machines and, most likely, a smoothie station with seasonal fruits and protein powders at the ready.
But since I can’t sneak in there to take pics (my worn shoes and sales-rack clothing are a dead giveaway), I found some on the web to show you what I’m talking about…
I want to be glamorous like them. I want my hair sleek and smooth, with long, swooping bangs brushing down my left eye - giving a sultry look.
A chic wardrobe would be nice, plus the ability to walk to my train station while wearing 3-inch Franco Sarto heels. Yes, that's doable.
You know what else would be cool? I'd have a soft, engaging laugh as I chuckle over an inside joke while on the elevator ride. Once we arrive on the 34th floor, I'd take out my laptop at one of the many work areas with a river view and promptly return all emails.
Lunch would be at a trendy River North restaurant -- sushi anyone?
It isn't right to be envious, but there it is. Boo hoo for me.
A DAY AT THE OFFICE...
I’ll continue to envy the 34th Floor worksite as I go back to our bare-bones, monochromatic office. But don’t feel sorry for me. I have a job and I'm far from ungrateful. Plus, there's only about 10 years to go before retirement.
TimeAndDate.com tells me that's only 3,653 days to go.
I’ll be just fine, I assure you.
THANK YOU FOR READING.
H. VAN HOWE - PIZZA FOR BREAKFAST
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