Saturday, February 5, 2011
You enter and it is a magical wonderland for adults and children alike. There is a state of the art, fully stocked Keurig machine, a game room, a large waiting area with comfy leather chairs interspersed with waterfalls and an extinct bird sanctuary. But, the polarizing force in the room that commands all of my attention are the two receptionists behind the massive desk that have matching uniforms.
Their "uniforms" are really outfits - trendy outfits that match which set off a virtual firestorm of questions in my brain that will never be asked nor answered. They wear a ruffled blouse in a fashionable print, with a belted cardigan and matching slacks (straight from my mother's vocabulary). I am dying to see their shoes but that would require craning my neck and bending over the desk and I haven't yet figured out a way to make that seem like a normal response to a situation I have created. (The best I have come up with is to throw my phone across the desk so they have to go and retrieve it for me but I can't figure out how to make this look like a natural ocurence that would happen in "real life".) Thank God they have electronic self check-in because everytime I am in a situation where I have to speak to one of them I can't focus and my conversation with them doesn't flow.
"How many uniform/outfits do you each own? Do you pay a deposit? Has anyone ever quit after a week and never returned their uniform/outfit and does the office manager take it out of their paycheck? Is there a skirt version? Does that require a uniform chart so you coordinate everyday? Have you ever gone out for drinks together after work? Does one of you take the cardigan off, then? What will you do when the styles change? Who determines when an outfit/uniform has gone out of style?" All of these and many more are questions that I would bombard them with if I could ever get up the nerve. For now I will just use the electronic check-in and pretend to read my emails (the office is wireless, natch) when they catch me gazing at them from across the room. I go to Dr. Cook of Hutta and Associates. They have two locations and I speak only of the Dublin location but I imagine the Worthington office does not dissapoint. Check it out. You are going to have to pay the money anyway. You might as well enjoy it. It is worth every penny. www.huttasmiles.com