Observation

One of my favorite things about my job is the fact that we have a southwestern wall made entirely of glass. My job isn't exactly difficult, so I often find myself gazing or watching people as they go by, and from this I have learned how little people observe. After my manager was robber at the store, the company put in a few cameras and an electromagnetic lock on the door to help her feel safe. After the first few days of using the lock we noticed that people were failing to see the large red button that says "Press to Exit". We figured the problem would go away if we put up a sign that instructed people how to use the door, but it did not. I put up a sign with an arrow, we put up a sign on yellow paper, but eventually I just began turning the lock off due to frustration.
Through this window I can also see our parking lot. It's nothing too spectacular, rectangular shape with one corner cut out to spill into another lot. Ten spots on one side, and maybe six or seven on the other. Much like every other parking lot in the city, we have a designated handicapped parking spot. I believe I have seen this spot properly used twice. More often than not people will pull into the area marked for unloading handicapped friendly vehicles, but they won't be straight the first time, so they will back up, look down in front their car to obviously see these bright yellow lines and pull forward anyway.
Perhaps I am overly observant. Through our window I get to spot Venus as it becomes visible around 5:30. I get to watch people trip over the same crack everyday, and watch them get parking tickets only to seem baffled as if this "No Parking Anytime" sign appeared from thin air while they were away. But that's not to say I see everything, I too miss what others may see as obvious, and that's what I find so interesting. Because of my interests and life-style I am able to notice and appreciate the small things with-in these fields. Whenever I notice these small things or changes, I can't help but become frustrated when people can't appreciate their magnificence. However I must think of my same view but from the outside. My interests and beliefs are totally unique, as are everyone's, and they force me to see things others do not, but this can't mean I am the only one to notice them. I wish I could be part of another conscious mind to see if the changes are as bold and beautiful to witness.