Here’s the Problem: Intern Hillary and Kara seem to have the “celebrity” world covered, so allow me to indulge in a personal issue. This morning I found a moment before work to take my clothes out of the dryer (finally found my marathon socks – yes, that’s how long it’s been). And while throwing damp t-shirts from dryer to to laundry bag, Ortiz, our Super (super…indendent? of the building?) comes in and we start to chat.
Ortiz: Elo Liza
**Yes, despite being Latino, he speaks like Christian from Poland**
Lisa: Hi Ortiz
Ortiz: How’s your apartment?
Lisa: Oh fine. How’s yours?
**I kindly ignore the fact we’ve had warped floor boards for 3 years**
Ortiz: Oh! haha! It’s fine, I guess.
Lisa: Well you just let me know if there’s a problem. Hey Ortiz, this dryer…
And then the conversation takes a turn. Ortiz notices I’m tired (and have a lot of sports bras) and asks what I do for a living. He is unimpressed by the answer (as am I) and tells me I should do what I love. Life is short!, he says. What continues is an awkward exchange about passion and goals. The exchange is him telling me I should have these things, and I in turn unintentionally show him I prefer lace boyshort underwear to anything else. The conversation dwindles down as I awkwardly fold a fitted sheet (seriously, how does that work??). And he leaves.
Actual Problem: The second dryer from the left isn’t working and that’s kinda all I want to talk to Ortiz about.