Writing Prompt: That is why I think my coworker is a troll.

Writing Prompt: That is why I think my coworker is actually a troll.

Even though I am way down the ladder of success, I am naturally curious and extremely observant.  I know things.  Working in the mail room as I do has given me the unique opportunity to be a “snoop.”  Lately. my focus has been on this one particular guy.  His office is just one of many that share the 15^th floor or “Suit City” as I often refer to it.

Every suite holds a receptionist who sorts out the folks and keeps the general order.   Easy peasy for me.  The mail to them usually just goes in the “in” basket on the desk.  Sometimes, however the gal insists I put the mail directly in her hand.  Mostly, those kinds work for the “higher-ups-chief executors, vices. directors and such.

Beyond, the lady gate keeper and crowd control queen are the offices of the VIPs.  The door announcing each particular individual discretely boasts the name in prominent gold and black lettering.  The strange part is that actual first names are omitted.  It’s always just initials. I guessed the reasoning behind that had something to do with work place equality or diversional rules and policies or it could be just a suit who didn’t care for his first name all that much and rather than call undue attention required everyone to use initials.

So, I was accustomed to seeing doors with names like R. Johnson. B. Smith. or the occasional odd one or two like I.D. Maker and H.R. Resource.

The tip off for me that the guy in Suite 418B was different- I mean very different was his name. Of course, there were other things too I noticed as I have stated before I am quite observant.  The pictures hanging on the walls of his office were all bridges. In fact, I’d venture to say more than half of them depicted as a main subject the specific spaces under bridges.  And there were lots of statues-  gnomes, fairies, elves, gargoyles and the like scattered tastefully about the room.  There was even a gold framed photo of that ogre chick from that fairy tale movie on his desk. What washer name?  Freeona?

All of the above mentioned were pretty positive clues but when I saw him reading “Three Billy Goats Gruff” I was sure.  Well, that and the name on his door.  (A. Troll )was his name. That is why i think my coworker is actually a troll.