The Silent Observer

I like people. I've stated this before. And recently, I've found myself either at work, or when I'm out with the family or with friends, that I people watch. I like to sit back and see people interact with others. Their actions, their quirks, the way they'll stare off into space and then suddenly come back to reality in a shock and quickly make it look as if they're doing something; hoping to the high heavens that no one saw them dazed and confused.

Today, bored and senseless at work, I was standing around, once again, waiting for customers to come to me - major issue with being a service desk person. Anyway, in waiting around with nothing to do and no magazines to read, (Staples has axed them from the planograms), I began to take interest in my fellow associates.

I noticed that my one manager enjoys staring at myself and the other girls when he thinks we aren't looking. I noticed that one of the girls will give one of the other guys a dirty look whenever his back is turned and then smile at him whenever he looks at her. I saw one of our tech guys get an exasperated look as he walked away from a customer after he had just been so nice and considerate to them a moment before. I noticed how people walk in the store. My manager walks with purpose and a little bounce in his step, while one of the merchandisers walks slow with his head down most of the time moping about something.

I saw how the new guy is full of himself and believes he's better than people that have been there for years. I saw how most of the people I work with look out the huge windows we have at the front of the building with looks of longing and hope on their face, as if they were caged birds waiting for the chance to fly away from their imprisonment.

People are interesting.

I like people.