Crazy in Toronto

I’m in the office today… by myself… and it’s nice and quiet.

We have three offices at the end of the hall. One for the VP, one for sales, and a bigger office for the benched developers.  We are located in a shared space with other tenants.

I notice a dark haired lady looking at the VP’s door, peering thru the glass wall,  jiggles the handle… she notices me watching her trying to get into the VP’s office.

Crazy Lady: Is he (pointing to VP’s door) in today?
ME: I haven’t seen him today.
CL: Do you know when he is coming in?
ME: No, not sure..
CL: Does he have a counterpart here?
ME: er…no… He’s the VP of this office
CL: Is there a partner or co-owner?
ME: [at this point, I realize this lady hasn't introduced herself, and doesn't know the VP's name or anything about our company...] [raises eyebrow] And you are?
CL: [very defensively, almost ranting] I… I… I’m known to him you know…  I’m on this floor… I’ve seen him before… etc…
ME: [chuckling] ok, ok, relax…
CL: No YOU relax, I’m not some crazy person [a sure sign she's nuts]…
ME: [still chuckling] ok…
CL: What’s YOUR name?!?
ME: Mike [smiles]
CL: I’ll be SURE to let him know I spoke with you [storms out of the office]
ME: Well that was weird.

She never did tell me her name, or why she was looking for the VP.
I love Toronto and all it’s colourful people.