And the world will live as one....in pink cubicles

Week 2 of pretending to be Lois Lane.

As i sit here in my gray cubical I make an executive decision to paint my pitiful corner hot pink...well, okay not true, but i wish i could. Being a newsroom intern is not exactly how i imagined it. I always pictures it as this bustling room where reporters that wear hats and trench coats holding pads of paper and pencils where ever they go. And, the Editor and Chief is a rather portly man with a cigar always in his mouth. However, in this particular newsroom all you here is the clicking and clacking of key boards and the occasional dull telephone rings. I don't know maybe they haven't seen an episode of Superman and Spiderman before? Was there ever a time where Clark Kent or Peter Parker went into the newsroom and there wasn't people frantically trying to get the story out? I didn't think so. These people are quiet people. I sneezed the other day and they looked at me like I had ran screaming through the room with sparklers.
It's a little lonely being shoved in the far-est corner in the office as humanly possible like the unwanted intern i am but i figured as long as i stay hunkered down in my cubical and keep quiet, they will forget about time. Which leaves me to sit and day dream about dancing on Broadway. ahhhhhh, isn't this nice? Crap they remembered me, now I have to work.