No, I just work here.

I’ve always wanted to say that, because it sounds both bitchy and blasé. I got my chance this morning because they are filming a movie in the building where I work. I was able to use my detective skills to figure it out when there were all sorts of big trucks, catering vans, loafers, and carts full of crap blocking the entrance and the elevators.

After I stood patiently waiting just to get inside the building that I have to come to every day, someone with a headset finally asked Cart Guy to make room for the “residents.” So I get to go inside the building. I would love to go to the 5^th floor where my office is, but the 2 elevators are both being used to transport more carts of crap. Myself and 2 other non-movie people are waiting, a little less patiently now, and when an elevator finally comes, another Headset steps out and asks us if we are background.

I say “No, I just work here” and Headset disappears to complete her important work. Meanwhile, another Cart Guy takes offense at what I said (that had nothing to do with him) and says, “I know, listen, we’re all just trying to do our jobs.” Another non-movie lady and I exchange looks that say “it’s really hard for us to do our jobs when we can’t even get into the building or on the elevator.” I mention out loud that there is a freight elevator they should really be using instead of trying to cram 20 people plus assorted carts o’crap onto an unventilated elevator that some of us need to actually use. My floor is the 1^st stop, so I push my way out from where I was neatly tucked in the back corner, and turn and flip them all off. Ok, I didn’t flip anyone off. But I do hate them for inconveniencing me. Because I just work here.