What I Know Wednesday: People Who Work in Glass Offices...

...Shouldn't Sleep at Their Desk.

I'm walking around the block during my post-lunch cigarette at The New Firm (it's a fairly new thing that I've tried to adhere to since joining the office; I've lost my 4+ block round trip walk to the courthouse and we're on the first floor, so this is a ersatz solution to the now missing daily heel-toe'ing) and as I near the northeast corner of Leadership Square I notice an Old Fella, 60ish, sitting calmly and checking his eyelids for leaks. Intently.

That, or he was dead.

If it was the latter, then he has either incredible post-mortem balance or rigor has already set in. If the former, then I'm guessing it snuck up on him, or he just didn't give one.

Either way, Old Fella was out.

I applaud his multi-tasking; get paid while getting rest? I'm all for it. In fact, I've done it many times before, albiet with my office door closed and from the (former) safety of the 8th Floor.

I was very tempted to give the reinforced glass a sound 'whipporwhil' rapping, but, I was afraid if he wasn't actually dead, the shock (and potential embarrassment) of being busted by a stranger on the street might cause Old Fella to stroke out.

Anywho...it was worth the cold walk around the block to see yet another glorious example of the shared human condition...We All Need Naps.