In some respects, all office workers start out with the same fragility as Dorothy from The Wizard of Oz. But after a few months, the humanity is generally beaten out of most of them. However, for some of us Dorothy-types, which really just means being a Judy Garland type, our gossamery emotional composition can never truly subside.
If Dorothy was subjected to a cubicle existence, her whiny, worrying nature would be intensified tenfold. The Midwestern belle couldn’t even handle a rail-thin witch with a puke green face–how could she handle a Midtown-based boss? And then her constant chanting of, “There’s no place like home, there’s no place like home, there’s no place like home” would really start to get on the her co-workers’ nerves as they calmly try to inform her that there is no magic in the office world. Still, she wouldn’t get fired, because it would be evident to everyone that she has all the good drugs.
Even so, is a tab of acid worth having to watch yourself transform into the villain that wants nothing more to quash Dorothy and her constant complaints about wanting to be in the comfort of her own bed? Really, it’s no wonder the Wicked Witch of the East was so annoyed by her. And this behavior would never fly in Midtown.