This Way, Ms.

I hate the doorman/front desk guy/security guard, whatever in this building. When a person enters (the sign says "visitors" and points to the front desk and at this point I'm really no longer visiting) she's supposed to do the whole velvet rope path, waiting like cattle-to-slaughter winding line thing to tell him who she's here to see, bleh bleh. Today at lunch, since I'm not a new face, I decided to go around the rope partition (literally like 3 feet) so i didn't have to look the fool winding through the damn thing like an ape while he's staring at me knowing exactly where i'm going. Plus, there was no one else there, and he wasn't busy and obviously saw me so what the hell, right? WELL, he goes "Excuse me, Ms. Walk this way" and points to the roped off area. I again stated who I was/where I was going thinking he just forgot but he nods and says "Yes, but when you enter, you must go though the roped off area, only exitors go that way you are going" WTF? Like 3 feet makes the difference (i could understand had it been crowded and people were coming from both directions but NO ONE WAS THERE)!!! Stupid doorman, let's see YOU walk through that roped off area 6 times a day like a lemming and see how annoying it is yourself! It must be a NY thing. Anyway, I smirked, then grimaced, and now I'm back in corpo-hell.