A Big Hello

The phone rings in the office all day long and people occasionally people stroll into our office unannounced. Usually the drop- ins or phone calls are miserable, painful experiences. We are bombarded by people that expect us to snap their fingers for them and make all of their problems go away. For example -- people call up and ask "Can you get me affordable housing in Greenwich Village?" (Right, I'm just sitting on apartments waiting for people to call me up and say, sure a 1 bedroom in The Village for $600 a month, no problem. Meanwhile I'm living on an airshaft, at the top of a walk-up, across from the Projects, with two other people and pay 800+ dollars a month.)

However, the Igloo really likes certain drop-ins. Whenever a coworker calls the office and he picks up the phone he yells their name really loud. This is an example of what happens when I call

Igloo: Bossman's Office (he doesn't really say bossman, but I don't want to get fired -- yet)
Frank: Hey Igloo, it's Frank.
Igloo: loud so the entire office can hear, not to mention the entire block and the crack whores that surround our building FRAAAANK
Frank: embarrassed Can I please talk to so and so!

The Igloo also really enjoys it when the mailwoman (is that the proper term) comes into the office. He usually screams really loudly, he doesn't know her name, HEEEYYY, or AHHHHH or somesort of exclamation with a lot of vowels. The mailwoman (who is remarkably nice) at first was startled and now, I assume, is kind of used to her greeting. Just another young white man
-- yelling at the black lettercarrier (that's the term I was looking for).

If nothing else the Igloo has spectacular enthusiasm!