Loneliness and its Effects
I think, in order to seem cool, or perhaps because he really liked it, the boss would play this base-filled disco in his corner office all the time. I swear he would stand at the Venetian blinds, peeking through them, seeing if we all had noticed just how cool he was being. I'll bet he was the kind of guy who goes to the bar, sits in the corner alone, and just taps his big boots to the music while doing a sort of creepy ogling of all the normal festive drunks (innocently shaking their rumps and trying to escape his lecherous gaze). I guess this wouldn't have bothered me so much if Sarra didn't respond to him as if it were normal. I understand power a little I guess. I understand what people have to do, I suppose. But is it really that bad. Do women still have to play that game just to make it? Sometimes I wonder about Sarra. She seems so alive one moment, and then this glazed look will run across her face, like she doesn't know where she is.