The view from our kitchen window is a bird’s-eye perspective of the building’s trash and recycling area. Every day, the same scene plays out; the two assistants to the super argue about the work they’re forced to do together, resulting in an explosive conclusion in which both declare they won’t work together again (at least not until tomorrow).
Since we work from home, these episodes, while predictable, are disruptive. On more than one occasion I’ve felt the urge to open the window and tell them to give it up already, but I don’t because I’m sure that neither assistant is quite well.
But they better watch out. Yesterday I made the mistake of stepping on the scale and in my own ensuing fit, I nearly hurled the thing out the kitchen window.
Perhaps we should move the scale out of the kitchen.