For three days now, the door outside my office has been making strange sounds. It creaks. Not the slight whistle or faint rattle, no this is a tell tale heart kind of creak. C-R-R-R-E-E-A-A-K ...

This door serves as the main entrance into our office building. The foot traffic seems nonstop outside my door.

The first day I tried to ignore it. "The janitor will fix it," I told myself. "He's busy. He'll get to it soon."

The second day I cursed it. "If some one doesn't oil this freaking door, I'm going to go crazy!" (Slamming my office door as punctuation!)

Today I am attempting to make peace with it. "Maybe the sudden cold weather has caused it to malfunction. I know the feeling, friend."

Tomorrow, I'm bringing a few tools to work with me. "I'll figure this out myself."

And there it is: my approach to life. Something makes a noise and I ignore it for a while. The noise continues. I become angry and frustrated. I vent. After an exhausting day of venting, I try to make peace. Once everything calms down, I begin to analyze everything to the nth degree.

There is something pathetic about finding your predominant personality traits in a malfunctioning glass door.