Long DayClock Watching

Today has been one long quiet day in the office, ths last working day before Thanksgiving. Frank and I are the only staff in the office today everyone else has taken off, left town. I probably should be home working to bring the house up to visit ability standard since we are hosting the Thanksgiving dinner tomorrow. We are supposed to have just Bridget and her family over so maybe we can get away with more messy a house then we would normally feel comfortable. The only other visitor I can image would Mark A and maybe Jasmine but I have not heard from Mark A and I know he has had his hand full with the moving of his family the past couple of weeks. Traditionally Mark has been stuck doing the dinner thing with his inlaws—or with his step-father’s celebration…I really don’t understand I just try to have a turkey cooked and let those come who well—in any case I hope to have everything done by mid-afternoon, with people napping or heading home. I still have two hours to go here in the office, the sun is beginning to set and there is an increase in traffic round our building as the Energy Solutions Arena is beginning to fill up for the Trans-Siberian Orchestra or what ever, the crowd is quite a bit different then the regular basketball fans which usually fill up the late afternoon parking: more cultured outfits and hair, nice coats and a lot more women then usual.

I sense our building is essentially empty. The Mexican, upstairs did not even come in today. I suspect a lot of other State employees took the day off. The commuter buses which park infront of our offices are empty, they are just dieseling outside my window then leave empty. The parking scabs are dressed in their hoddies and orange reflective vests and orange flashlights trying to suck concert goers to park in their parking lot for five dollars a vehicle, the lots fill up fast—the guy who own the building I am sitting in will also start selling spaces to the public after we leave for the second performance later tonight. I am just waiting out the clocking getting ready to catch the next train out of town