Tuesday, 1 PM: I’m getting water from the kitchen when I run into a co-worker gazing out the window. There’s a beautiful rooftop garden on one of the buildings nearby. “I never see anyone up there though,” I say.
My co-worker shrugs. “Maybe they won’t let people outside because they’re afraid they’ll jump.” The building is owned by a financial company, of course.
I point at the window that we’re looking out of. “Well, we could jump out here, too,” I say, jokingly.
I receive a blank stare from my co-worker, followed by a nervous laugh and a worried-for-you expression… Hmm, maybe this wasn’t a joke-able topic. I try to salvage my non-suicidal reputation by saying, “Not like we would… merely an observation…” This only leads to another concerned look, so I finally just blurt out: “How ’bout them Yankees?”
… But come on–like I’d really jump out a window to my death? If I actually wanted to, I’d do it from a rooftop garden. I gotta have a classy exit. I’m in finance after all.
