Lost Day

I just have to say that today is a lost day. I was up again all night on the toilet. Then when I did get back to bed I could not get to sleep because I thought I might still have to use the porcelain throne. Dianne thought I should stay home but I just could not since it is exactly a week since I stayed home last. It was last Tuesday, the day after MLK day. I want to avoid the appearance of habitual sick outing. So when 4:30 rolled around this morning an I tried t roll out of bed ended up spending another half hour in the sack. How ever I was able to make it to work before the eight o clock hour. I was a bit more then surprised myself.

The boss had told me that she was going to be a couple of hours late so I knew it was just going to be the new person, who started yesterday. I figure I had better be here to help out incase she needed some direction or whatever. It seems like a energetic new employee always wants to get the “lay of the land” so to speak when they come on board. The scrutinize the staff and find the safest looking staff and then start with the questions. I forgot to mention not only safest but “long term staff”. I fit that description. I am a fairly nice guy; especially with my new glasses and I and the longest full time staff member at this office. Now, I have been too quick to trust in the past and have gotten burnt. So the when the new person started asking THE questions I just smiled at her and shook my finger. It’sd way too early for me to be telling you, the new person, the secretes and telling her where the skeletons are buried. I exchanged a little data: a couple of safe stories about some staff and some consumer but all safe.

A month a go is was just a couple of days before Christmas. The longest darkest nights of the year and hardly any staff filled this office. Since then we have hired four staff—one full time and three part-timers. So, there is a buzz again in the office a tension and a sense of things happening. Since so many staff have come on board all at once I have not seen the pairing up or the dividing of staff into camps as I have seen over the years I have worked here—or anywhere. I am sure the camps will develop and the secrete conversations will take place it’s just a matter of time. In the mean time Salt Lake is caught in it’s annual Winter Inversions. Clear sun lit days filtered through particulate matter from, mostly vehicular omissions and some smoke from wood burning stoves. Cold dirty air trapped in the bottom of a trough—just sitting and polluting those who have to stay in the trough. The rich, famous or fortunate rise above the inversion zone to ski or play at Sundance or other Film Festivals currently happening in the State. The rest of us are rolling back and forth from work, every day pretending what ever is in the air is not bother us. We wait for a storm, or wind or a miracle to bring back a breathable environment.