It's All About Moshe

One of the head honchos at Unnamed Co is Moshe. He has power. He loves his power.

Although he holds no dominion over me, it amuses me when he walks by my cubicle and says hello to me - then says hello to everyone in the row of cubes, like low-fiving everyone after a softball game.

Unnamed Co's building is divided by two very long corridors and the middle are entrances to the kitchen area and the rest rooms.

Since Moshe works on the opposite end of the building, I can see him coming from a mile away.

He looks so gay, I think, but then again it just might be his proprietary air, louche posture, and collection of colorful shirts. He walks with his head up, nose at a 45 degree angle from the floor. His feet point outward when he walks, hips tucked under under and his very slight belly gets pushed outward.

And always, always does he have a cup of coffee in hand.

From three cubicles away, I hear Moshe talking to La Moosette about his childrens' reactions to school. "Of course Benjamin stuck to me but Myriam couldn't get out of the car fast enough." And on and on, a play by play of Benjamin and Myriam.

I have also heard Moshe talking to Boy Wonder when they both think no one else is around. The acoustics at Unnamed Co. are very tricky. You have to be careful.

I know what Moshe has said about other people and I know his opinions carry weight to them.

I am ever mindful to be pleasant to Moshe and I know he thinks it's all about him.

When he patrols the building, coffee cup in hand, I always nod hello. And invisibly pull my forelock at the great man's passing.