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I work on the sixth floor.
It's the top floor of the building.
One elevator never works and the other one is slow.
But I don't want to tell you about the elevators. I want to tell you about the fifth floor. Actually, I want to discuss the people who work on the fifth floor.
I don't know what they do for a living on the fifth floor...or, more accurately, I know what company is on the fifth floor and I can sort of figure out what kind of business it is, on the fifth floor (get your mind out of the gutter - it's a regular kind of company).
What I mean to tell you is: whatever the hell it is that they are doing on the fifth floor must be an enormous amount of fun.
Any time I am on the elevator with people from the fifth floor they are cracking themselves up.
It could be first thing in the morning, they could be riding up with their newspapers and coffee and one of them will be telling another one some hysterically funny story.
Going home in the evening, the employees of the fifth floor saunter to the elevator with smiles on their faces and a spring in their step.
At lunchtime they are chipper and sharing jokes.
They get on the elevator laughing and get off the elevator smacking each other on the back.
I am continually impressed with their jovial attitude.
And, if that weren't enough, last week I attended a meeting on the other end of the sixth floor.
I sat in a small quiet office at the furthest end of the building and, while discussing the merits of the internet, I felt my chair vibrating, just slightly, and suddenly noticed muffled yet distinct funky music coming from below me.
I asked the people in the room with me about the muffled strains of Evelyn Champagne King emanating from the floor - I asked why they would be playing music so loud just below us and they only said that, from time to time, they have called the building management and complained.
I suppose, if I worked at that end of the building, having issues with noise, that I too might call downstairs and ask them to turn down the volume.
But, as I work on the east side of the building, and as it is deathly silent most of the time, I find myself sometimes wishing that I worked on the fifth floor.

Comments

I would be the nosy lady on the elevator asking people what they do for a living.

I bet all those happy people have a nice boss.
The Guider said…
please tell us what company they are so we can find out what they do!
RW said…
That is a big testament to their employer - whomever it is. Coming home after a day of work with spring in your step instead of having the life sucked out of you is worth gold.
Anonymous said…
Yes, what kind of job is that?
paola
OOOOH, the suspense is KILLING ME!

I love the thought that there is this floor somewhere where people are loving what they do and laughing and working with great music playing--and it's not a school or a day care or an art studio of some sort, right?
kmkat said…
You know, don't you, that you are now OBLIGATED to find out what those people do? Your fans -- that's us, your faithful and devoted readers, who live a rich vicarious life through your blog -- demand to know.
Wendy said…
Perhaps they will have an opening some day.
Fannie said…
Find out how we get on the guest list for their Holiday Party. I'm sure it's all kinds of awsome!
barbra said…
Sounds like you've got some investigating to do. The Mystery of the Fifth Floor. I look forward to future reports!
Anonymous said…
I can just picture them. Handsome nerdy men, and smart women who have that lovely quality of being beautiful without trying too hard. Get to know them, bb.

jbhat
Maggie May said…
i found you through Nie and really enjoyed reading this elevator story:)...i like your voice. nice to meet you!
MsCellania said…
Can they bring their dogberts to work? If so, PERFECTION!
Chris said…
I want to work on the fifth floor! I will send my kids to the sixth floor though.
Sue said…
I work with a lot of different companies, but there is one particular company I love to go meet with. Whenever they hire someone, they take them to lunch first to make sure the person is going to be awesome. They won't hire anyone who is cynical and depressing.

It's a lovely place to be.
The Fifth Floor!

There is a novel there bb...
alice c said…
I think it is your destiny to work on the Fifth Floor - perhaps you just pressed the wrong button on your first day and they were so pleased to meet you on the Sixth Floor that they made up a job on the spot just to keep you. So now you bring a bit of Fifth Floor magic to the Sixth Floor.
Eleanor said…
"Say La Vee" is the fifth floor of the blogging world.
Anonymous said…
i bet they work for Apple...
Ree said…
We once had a department next to us that felt it was just fine if they all brought in their George Foreman grills and cooked sausages, onions and green peppers while the rest of us were dealing with angry clients on the phone.

It made me really hungry.

Great if you're on the 5th floor, though. ;-)
Tina said…
Sounds to me as if the fates are telling you something...time to research the 5th floor company and send down a resume, maybe?
Stephanie said…
geez, me too!
Anonymous said…
I have fifth floor envy.

I wish more employers would realize that you can get a lot of work done while having a lot of fun.

Looking forward to hearing more.

ErinH
Pop some headphones into your ears and have a party in your own mind. You don't need those fifth floorers to be happy!
Tutta la Storia said…
OK, if I ever leave my work-at-home job, I'd like to interview for the Fifth Floor! Look out, you may be starting a mythic urban legened about the Fifth Floor! Soon there will be journeys in search of it!
Geggie said…
Sounds like my kind of people! My office is in my second bedroom and my assistants are my two cats...they're not very attentive. I may have to put them on probation!
eurolush said…
Eleanor's right.