A Cubicle in the Cupboard under the Stairs at the Metropolitan Museum of Art

I don't know what exactly the Met employee was doing back there at her workstation. Besides waiting for something young and tender to wander by. Natch.

Someone's work station at the Met
tucked under the stairwell behind a sign

The time before this last time we were at the Met, it was during business hours. Some woman in a blazer was working away at that desk back there.

She had her laptop out and the keys were clacking something fierce. She occasionally paused and took a casual squirt from the giant bottle of hand sanitizer.

Who was she? What kind of Met worker gets assigned the cubicle in the cupboard under the stairs up to the Japanese Art section? 

I did not approach the subject in question; therefore we have no actual data to work from. 

As such, left to my own devices, I'm going to speculate that this particular Met worker enjoys poetry readings in the basements of churches. Pre-pandemic, I mean. These days, she's up to big time stuff like getting up at 6:45 every day to ride the stationary bicycle. 

This probably describes half of the population of Manhattan between the ages of 45-65 so it's not a stretch and also doesn't explain why this particular Met employee got the lonely desk out here while everyone else is partying in the back office.

After further reflection, maybe it's a "last in, first one to get the desk out in the hallway" office space situation.

She's not at her desk today.