Rachel Young

tuesday, august 21, 2001

I’m waiting outside of the office on Park Ave, hoping the rain will stop for just a few minutes so I can make a dash to the subway. It doesn't so after five minutes, I slowly walk under the drizzle and head for Grand Central Station. Regardless of how fast or slow I walk, I'll get wet. Others are scattering under their umbrellas, some are even covered in plastic bags. The rain never bothers me—except today I’m in my suit. I hate wearing suits. And what's worse than wearing suits is wearing a wet suit.

Monday through Friday, 9am to 6pm: I am a completely different person. It’s as if I have multiple personalities and the one in the office is a far cry from the one at play. You’d imagine I’d be more aggressive at the office, but I’m not. Instead I’m quiet and reserved, minding my own business, generally keeping to myself, and getting my work done. I’m not at work to make friends, which I know isn’t exactly the greatest team attitude. I’m anal and meticulously detail-oriented. I’m not as apt to speak my mind, unless of course, someone says something really outrageous, stupid, or outright offensive.

But I suppose the personality outside of the office is similar in some regards. I like to keep to myself and though personable and friendly, I’m very reserved. This Rachel, however, doesn’t mind the occasional captivating and interesting conversation. Doesn’t mind meeting new and different people. This Rachel likes to delve into people’s heads and discover their stories, though she’s prone to reveal only a carefully selected portion of hers. She’s also a slob and doesn’t care about order. In fact, she finds it to be constraining.

Sometimes I find the contrast between these two personalities so unbelievable, I wonder how the two can co-exist in the same body.

Is it any wonder why I get so confused sometimes?

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