Tuesday, October 03, 2006

Office Politics- A Play in One Act

This isn't in 100% script format, so bear with me...I was in a rush...

Fade In:

It is 3:00 in the afternoon in a typical Manhattan corporate office filled with cubicles and computer stations. A beautiful and striking Latina sits at her computer working hard. A tall, doofy, lanky fellow saunters over.

Lanky Doof:
Hey, it's Slacker Girl's birthday and we got her a secret fruit-tart-cake thing. We're all meeting in the back conference room right now. Shhh!

Beautiful Striking Latina:
Um, okay.

Cut to:
Small conference room with eight chairs around an oval table. A group of executives shuffle in and grab seats around the table. One woman, the Head Honcho, goes into the fridge to get the fruit-tart-cake thing, places it on the table, and the door opens. Slacker Girl enters

Group:
(in unison; half-heartedly)
surprise...

Slacker Girl:
Oh wow, I never would have guessed it, what with everybody disappearing at once

Group:
(in unison)
Ha Ha

Tall Annoying Guy:
How old are you now- 19?

Group:
(in unison)
Ha ha

Head Honcho:
She did get carded on our business trip to Chicago.

Slacker Girl:
Yeah. I did.

Group:
(in unison)
Ha ha

NJ Loser:
Good thing I don't get carded cause there's no photo on my Jersey driver's license. (pulls ot wallet) See.

Group:
(in unison)
wow. cool. haha.

NJ Loser:
But it's legal in NJ! Ha!

Group:
(in unison)
wow. cool. haha.

Head Honcho:
You, down at the end
(points to some lowly executive)
Cut the tart and pass the slices around

Lowly Executive:
Yes'm miss boss
(cuts the tart and passes the slices around)

Head Honcho:
So let me tell you all about the business trip that nobody wants to hear about:
WAH WAH WAH, WAH WAH WAH, WAH WAH WAH WAH, WAH WAH, WAH WAH WAH WAH...

Group:
(in unison)
Ha ha!

Beautiful Striking Latina:
Uh, I'm going to go back to work now.

Group:
(ignore her in unison; direct their attention to Head Honcho)
so tell us more, miss boss...

Fade Out.

I really truly madly HATE WITH ALL MY BEING office birthdays.

What is the purpose of the faux celebration? And why ask me over? I don't socialize with you people. You are not my homies, compadres or vatos...I never thought I'd say this, but can I just get back to work? Jeez!!!

*smooches*
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i bet you're teetering on the edge of sobriety
just to alleviate a few things
like the fear that you're standing here

cuz you want to be liked
you know you need your instrument
but does your instrument need to be miked?