Running, Crouching

Two things that I do that make me question my maturity: running through the office, and sitting on the ground, anywhere. Sometimes I'll stoop all the way down so I can better examine the items on the bottom shelf at the supermarket. It's not unheard of for me to sit on a concrete floor when dogs are at play or proper seats are unavailable. My neighbors and I often sit on the floor in our hallway and chat while their son or bull dog frolic.

Every so often I'll jaunt through the halls at work to catch a phone call or to get something with more haste than the usually sufficient saunter. And then I had a moment of realization. The most powerful and important business people I know certainly would not run through an office unless it was on fire. I was standing in one of the intimidating and ominously large lobbies of one of the talent/writing/below-the-line etc agencies out here while waiting to get into a screening and I saw a fresh-faced suited assistant-type sprinting quickly by. In that moment, I felt he had more succinctly defined his role than the coffee he picked up earlier that day or any phone call he screened.

I've heard that you should dress for work for the job you want, not the job you have. Although I neither ascribe to this advice nor do I think this is a good if you work in say, construction or a similarly blue-collar occupation, I do think the spirit behind it is valid. So for a couple weeks (and in the attempt to mimic the positions to which I aspire), I tried not to run through the office at all. That was short-lived. I guess I will have to accept my place on the totem pole as someone who still needs to scurry sometimes to get her job done.

As far as the sitting on the ground thing, that'll just have to stick too. I get too dang tired standing all the time, but I do understand that there is a time and a place.