My office is right next door to the IT director's office, and lately he's been behind closed doors--on conference calls--more often than not. This morning, a co-worker dropped by and asked if I'd seen him at all yet today, or just heard him. "Just heard," I said. "For all I know, he could have turned into a gigantic bug and doesn't want anybody to see him."
She raised an eyebrow.
"Kafka," I said.
"Bless you."
"No, Kafka's a writer. 'The Metamorphosis'?"
"Oooh, is it about a butterfly? They metamorphosize, don't they?'
"And . . . never mind."
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Is this why you love your job?
That is absolutely brilliant.
th--don't you know it
eleka--thank you :)
P.S. My mother told me I was a pretentious literary snob when I told her this story. I told her I was more amused by her response when I said "Kafka" than by the actual ignorance of the reference . . .
Lol. I've never read the story, but even I would have understood the allusion.
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