My entire office has become obsessed with the demolition of the building next door.
We literally stand at the windows and CHEER — and I’m not overstating this — every time the backhoe makes a significant dent in the crumbly old structure.
Now, it helps that the building is (was) incredibly ugly and housing nothing of use, and also that we’re seeing them salvage materials in an environmentally friendly way. Very green.
But mostly? Breaking stuff is AWESOME.
(I actually screamed in glee when he squished a plastic chair.)
We even do voice-overs for all the guys running around in hard hats, and the major machinery operators. Curtis had me laughing so hard at one point that my coffee came up through my nose.
Ahhh.
It’s like we were all separated at birth.
I once worked on the 13th floor of a building that overlooked a building being demolished. Every time we heard a loud crash, we’d all run to the window in the back corner of the office. The owner did, too, but then he’d make noises about work disruption until we slunk back to our desks. It was fascinating, though.
You had better tell me what Curtis said tomorrow to make up for your rebar antics yesterday. Wha???? In my head, this comment makes sense.
Meg –
It’s so true! I can’t stop watching the demolition — it’s mesmerizing.
I think another oddly fascinating aspect of “the destruction” is that everyone watching have — at one time or another — eaten lunch in that building. (Or is it HAD eaten lunch? when does it become past tense?)
It always smelled kind of weird, and the staff never smiled, but it was right next door, and it was cheap.
Farewell, cafe.
You girls commented like MINUTES APART. See? We are all connected mentally. The demolition is taking us over.