angry again

so the superiors are away and some people ring the doorbell. the kiwi buzzes them in as usual now, as the receptionist just quit. there have been a number of interviews these days and the designer and i are always wondering what positions they're applying for. so naturally we were curious who these visitors were. she bolts down the stairs in her usual blustering way and plants herself back down in her chair and locks her gaze on her monitor. with the slightest hesitation, i ask who they are. she answers back sharply that she doesn't know, and why don't i check if i want to know so bad. so i do. i dash up the stairs with a childish fascination and find two east asian women, one a translator for the other. they are here to interview the executive director for a magazine article, i am told. oh, so no one is interviewing her? i ask, gesturing toward the woman not fluent in english. no, says the smiling interpreter. well, i was just checking... sorry! i say, then return downstairs. when i take my seat and tell them what i learned, the kiwi remarks smartly that she already knew. you already knew? i am surprised. of course i did, she says with an undercut of disgust, i am completely competent to handle situations like that. i don't know why you went up in the first place. because i was curious, i say. this is a professional environment, she reminds me staring at her screen still typing, and that wasn't very professional at all. you know what, i say, i guess i just don't give a shit... and that's it. yeah, i guess you don't, she finishes last.
some people just can't release themselves from the boundaries that have been created around them, either by themselves or by outside forces. they are to be pitied. who can hold such a rigid and uncompromising ethic about a workplace even they are set on leaving?