Penelope:
There were no queries at work about my dates with the hot new man and no sly looks or secretive peeks at me as I slipped into my office. I don’t know why I expected everyone to know. They hadn’t been at that particular dinner at the Sanders’ house. But the fact that none of secretaries and assistants commented on my new long hair, the subtle gold streaks in it, or the permanent fake eye lashes and fancy eyebrows I’d suddenly manifested was surprising. So why should I feel amazed when no one remarked about my change of wardrobe? People apparently didn’t SEE.
I’d never formed any truly close friendships with my work associates, but we normally sat in the lunchroom and chatted like friends. I knew details about their children, grandchildren, husbands, and boyfriends. Several of the ladies had confessed to breakups. A couple had told me about their vacation plans. We’d always been a unit, so to speak, covering for each other, fetching items when we went out on a lunch break, passing around homemade goodies or sharing such things as my box of Godiva chocolates.
But even the latter didn’t cause an uproar of questions. The office personnel munched, praised, then went back to work, as if I were semi-invisible. Had I died and no one informed me of the fact?
I was closest, I suppose, to Carla who sat near my desk. I was one of the fortunate ones, having an office all to myself. No cubicle for me. Mine wasn’t a swank office. No window to some incredible view, no private bathroom, no fancy paraphernalia like upper management had, but I did feel privileged (or lucky for the coincidence of moving into a job that came attached with such a pleasant office.)
But no one had ever seemed jealous of the fact. We’d all gotten along socially, and, as far as I knew, there wasn’t any backstabbing gossip going on. Oh, when someone got flowers, that sometimes set off bit of teasing, but even such playfulness was light and friendly. “New boyfriend? Does your husband know?” sort of thing.
So, although I did question the absence of dialogue over my personal changes, I soon forgot about it, accepting it simply as a positive in my smooth progression toward the new me. I set to work and continued to labor at my slow and tedious paperwork, checking the finances of all potential clients. For that, I spent hours on the phone and the computer, stuck in private mode, and more or less isolated from the rest of the group.