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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