The Convert

Staring out a conference window at nothing would probably be completely lost on everyone sitting with me. Is it really fair of me, a junior staff member sitting in on a strategy meeting for no discernible reason other than I was told to, to assume men and women smart enough to understand these revenue projections and marketing jargon wouldn't have the brain power to consider the loss of perception created by these low hanging clouds? I mean, what person spending eight hours of their day working in a seaside tower for years on end hasn't experienced this multiple times?

That could be my answer right there I guess. How many times can you look out a window and see nothing, knowing the weather is tricking you into considering that as far as you're concerned, you could be floating out over the harbor even though that is completely ridiculous? The common perceptual quandaries of this working situation must get old pretty quick.

Maybe these tall, isolated experiences have a way of worming their way into your neural pathways and convincing you that you exist as an island above and away from all others, and that this is the ideal way to live your life. Apart, and thus wholly for yourself. A skyscraper pathology of self-interest taking a hold of your compass. The Bends of the soul.

Who the hell am I to judge these people? I've been working here two months and I've convinced myself can see inside their heads and parse their actions into a psychological diagnosis of richer-than-thou syndrome. There's a reason I was told to sit in the back and observe or whatever, and staring at grey isn't going to accomplish anything. I could learn a thing or two from these successful people.