Gimme Shelter

So my office is on the ground floor of the building, meaning you can just walk right in from the street. No doorman, no security cameras, no nothin'. Normally this is fine. However, every once in a while (oddly frequently, actually) some sort of hobo or just deranged person-about-town will come into our office unsolicited. He or she usually wants to just use the bathroom. After being told it's a private office, they will generally not listen at all and still go to use the bathroom. Like the fellow who's in there right now, who walked in in his slightly-askew suit and loudly asked "Now, is this is a factory?" Yes, sir. A dreeeeeam factory!

Also, this fellow was wearing tap shoes.

Another time, a very disheveled looking woman, wearing one of those big, pink-ish winter nun coats, came in and started yelling at people, then decided she wanted to read all of the magazines we have up front. She was eventually shooed away, but it was unsettling nonetheless.

Almost as unsettling as the time I was here with just one other person on a Friday night and some rather large and imposing gentlemen entered and began inspecting all our computer equipment. Turns out they were just curious if we were a graphic design firm, but for a minute there I could picture me and Scott tied up in the back room, having to sleep there all weekend until someone found us on Monday.

Anyway, don't really know what the point of this is. Just to tell you that people are often just wandering into Gawker to pee, poop, or read. So, if you're in the area come on by. Except, in a couple of months we're moving to a new place on Elizabeth street, on the 4th floor. So, do it now! Before it's too late!

Wear your tap shoes!