Surely this is a comedy

Today I went to an office (which will remain unnamed) on campus to take care of some trivial paperwork issues. I had to go to the same office earlier this semester for a similar reasons, and my visit then was pretty strange. I thought that maybe the weirdness was a fluke the first time, but no, today was exactly the same. Let me set the scene for you. I walk into the office and up to the receptionists desk. It is a somewhat small office which contains a number of still smaller offices surrounding the reception desk. The receptionist looks up at me as I enter and asks if she can help me. Yes I respond, I'm here to see Ms. X. I look to my left at Ms. X's office. I know this is her office because of my prior visit. Her door is open and I can see her sitting at her desk, so close that I could trip and fall into her space. The receptionist asks me for my name and I tell her. So far this all seems like standard protocol so I think nothing of it, but this is where it starts to get absurd. The receptionist picks up the phone on her desk and calls over to Ms. X's office. The phone rings several times before it is answered. I know this not because the receptionist isn't speaking, but because Ms. X's phone is ringing right beside me. Despite my feeling that this is silly, I wait patiently. After the third ring Ms. X picks up and they proceed to have the following short conversation:

Receptionist: "Ms. X, there is someone here to see you, his name is Bill ..."
(She looks up at me inquisitively)

Me (to receptionist and Ms. X concurrently): "Shato"

Receptionist (to Ms. X): "Shato"

(The message should be clear as it has just been delivered directly by me, directly by the receptionist, and over the phone by the receptionist)

Ms. X: "Is he here about his insert business here"

(I really want to respond to Ms. X at this point, but I fear the consequences of such insolence)

Me (to receptionist): "Yes"

Receptionist (to Ms. X): "Yes"

(Really?)

Ms. X: "Please tell him I'll be out in just a minute"

(OH MY GOD ... WHY WHY WHY)

Receptionist: "She'll be out in just a minute"

And so I stand in between the two of them and wait. This is absolutely unbearable. I look around and no one will acknowledge what just occurred. At this point I start to consider the possibilities and decide they are as follows:

1) I have just taken part in a study on how people behave in ridiculous situations.
2) The people in this office are really bored.
3) IU refused to install two cans attached by a string, so they are just making due.
4) I'm on Candid Camera.

Wow. That's all. Just wow.

I have a confession to make...

I hate writing. Not in the way that I hate crying children in restaurants or bad traffic, but more like the way I hate shoes that don't quite fit or public transportation. It's just extremely uncomfortable. Case in point, I've been thinking about starting this blog for some time now, but every time I've gone to the main page and started to create my blog I've gotten completely stuck on the title. It's not like I've tried out a lot of different names and none of them have felt right, that wouldn't be so bad. What is so bad is that I generally just stare endlessly at the blinking cursor and wait for it to give me some sign as to what I should type. So why then, if I hate writing so much, am I even doing this? It's because the one thing I hate more than writing is not being good at something, and to become good at something you have to do it. So this is my solution. I will keep this blog and I will commit myself to the painful task of writing hideously boring entries that no one in their right mind would waste their time reading until writing starts to feel somewhat natural. Who knows, maybe once I reach that point I will like it enough to not quit. At the very least I hope that at that point I will not change the tense of every sentence three times as I have done while writing this entry.