Statesman newsroom adventure

The smooth white columns were the first to greet me. The door swung with me--escorting me through.
"May I help you?" he asked.
I signed in and waiting. The newest issue of the Statesman, of course, layed quaintly on the coffee table in the lobby.
"You found it ok?" Mr. Barnes stood there by the elevator. I was surprised he had so swiftly come down to take me to the newsroom.
Once the elevator doors opened, the newsroom exploded with energy. The desks scattered in a seemingly non-sensical pattern filled the floor. The room, though small, kept going.
The courtyard at the center of the building welcomed a tranquility that the newsroom failed to give off. Busy, rushed atmosphere was quieted by just a few trees. The green also was in keeping with the Austin way--nature is a necessary part of life--it's at the center of everything.
Pinatas and cheerful signs comforted me. Stress that had initially consumed me upon walking through those elevator doors disappeared after seeing a brick labeled "aggie bowling ball" and a "Sue Crossing" sign on the desk where I sat.
A fortune too, from a chinese restaurant trip in the past, by Sue perhaps, was pinned to the cubicle.
Laughs circulated through.
Cheerful people were there and they chattered away.
"Did you hear Rachel Ray was coming in?"