It all started with an email from my boss after he was away for a week, up through yesterday. It was titled “is everything ok?” and said “if anything is wrong please tell me.” I thought it was a JOKE because I had emailed him updates the whole time he was gone and I said hi to him when he got in and said hi to me, so I laughed it off and didn’t answer it. And then HE FORWARDED IT TO THE DIRECTOR AND CC’D IT TO ME AND COMPLAINED THAT I DIDN’T ANSWER HIM. The director had to read the email 5 times, still didn’t understand, then called my boss and asked him what the hell that was about. I emailed the director saying “I have no idea how to respond to that.” There are many theories as to why my boss did this, and none of them are good. He avoided me for the rest of the day, until the very end, when we had a regular discussion about work stuff. *shrug*
A few choice nuggets happened between this first incident of the day and 5pm when it was time to go home, including someone daring to ask me “what DO you know?” when she asked me where someone was who sits on the other fucking side of a wall because YO I AM SUPPOSED TO KEEP TABS ON MY CO-WORKERS AND ASK THEM WHERE THEY GO IF THEY LEAVE THEIR DESKS JUST IN CASE CRAZIES COME ASK ME WHERE THEY ARE, along with so many other incidents that at one point in the day I actually googled “phases of the moon” only to learn that the full moon was actually on May 17 so I really had no explanation for why so many crazies were trying to insert themselves into my life. I’m pretty sure the count was up to 10 by 5pm, just at work. I didn’t go anywhere all day, brought my lunch.
So, we’re at 5pm now and the elevators aren’t working and the fire warden gets on the building-wide intercom to tell us there has been a false alarm so it will be several minutes before the elevators are working. So a bunch of us go back in our office space to go down the stairs and that “cool” girl I mentioned before who doesn’t understand about work friends starts bitching at me for not holding the door for her and I fall into the trap, trying to explain that she wasn’t even AT the door when I was near it and she turns to her sister-in-law who also works there are starts high school name calling me, loudly saying I’m crazy and need prozac and that what I say doesn’t matter while I’m walking in front of her. I get to the closest stair landing and I yell at her “we are NOT friends. GO. GO!!!!!” and I give her the “don’t you DARE fuck with the Poppy” look and point down the stairs. And she and her SIL walk on by, not daring to say anything more to me. When we get street level I put in my ear phones and say nothing to anyone around me, just walk off to my own sunset.
And all this waiting to get down to the street makes me late to the train which turns into missing the first train that shows up 10 minutes after I get there because it’s just too jam-packed, but the next train arrives directly on its heels and I get a seat on that one. And we’re going, going, going, and we get to Queens Plaza and there is a huge THUD and people start scattering and other people start exiting the train and I look over and see a woman yelling out the door and then a few minutes later I see a Metro worker calling in whatever happened (it sounded like someone fell down, but who knows) and then we’re on our way and I get home a half hour later than life would normally allow me, not bad not bad, but then I’m supposed to walk up the 4 flights of stairs to the apartment, find my bank card that I left in my jeans pocket this weekend, and walk a city block down and a city block over to the bank to get money that I promised to give to Dawg, since it’s rightfully his, that he needs for 6am tomorrow, but I am so done with the day and so exhausted emotionally that I can’t even stand to think of going back down the stairs… so I check my cash stash and, look what I found!, exactly the correct amount that Dawg needs!
Oh, and there was an incident at home with the smoke alarm, and Georgie got locked in the bedroom, and when she finally got out she sat on my lap and she pushed out a big, fat, juicy TEAR from her eye. SHE CRIED! MY BABY CRIED! Broke my heart. I can’t even explain…
Posted on May 20th 2009 in
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