sorry mother earth

sitting in the lunch room, rocking some easy mac, my supervisor comes in. a woman who acts twice her age and seems as if she'll break apart if one were to tap her, our interactions generally leave me with a rather uncomfortable feeling.

hey dana... i've been meaning to talk to you about this...
my stories! uh oh, what did i do wrong?
i've noticed that you turn the light off when you leave the kitchen...
i stop chewing. yes?
while that's admirable, i think it's rather impractical for an office setting.
somewhat relieved, although a bit confused, i respond. yeah, i guess it's a compulsion.
yeah, i used to be like that, too... but i'll see you leave and then people come in 2 minutes later. just try not to do that.
and with that, she leaves. i am alone. bathed in flourescent light and alone.

yep, that *was* awkward.