Tuesday, February 27, 2007

Perverse Joy

At work they have put my desk directly in front of the office door. I sit and work at my computer but the person who is entering the door can only see the back of my head when they enter. My office chair is long deep and so usually the only thing that can be seen is my dark curly hair, my typing fingers, and a bit of my suit jacket.

I take perverse joy in hearing a Korean call out from the door for me, or tap me on the shoulder to get my attention, and watching as when I turn and they look into my wide round eyes they either jump, pull back, or swear in their horror that I am not Korean.

I want to believe it is wrong but I take too much such simple pleasure from it to believe it is really that bad.

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