near wild heaven

This is now, this is here, this is me, this is what I wanted you to see.

I am almost finished re-reading Robinson's Housekeeping, which a glance at my trusty archives reveals I was  reading for the first time last February. Then it is on to Howard's End, my second Forster book. I've been meaning to get back to him and his sly cultural-commentary, obseravtional self. Very funny, subversive stuff. Looking forward to it.

Yesterday at work I left my "Decaf is the Anti-Christ" coffee mug on full display at the kitchenette. This was an error. My cube is near the kitchenette, but because rooms full of cubes are made for  loneliness and alienation, I may well have been on the other side of  the room. But I was able to listen as someone approached, an employee of Human Reources, who chirped in what has become an increasingly annoyting Minnesota accent all about how my mug was not appropriate. She was talking to somebody else, who I can't say, but this somebody else seemed to have only marginal interest  in what the chirping lady was saying.  I kept hoping she  would tell chirping lady that the mug was funny, or least harmless, and to zip it.  But this did not happen. All the while I'm thinking that I needed to quit my lame temp job and go wait tables, which at least is stimulating, would get me some exercise and wouldn't be so lonely. I stayed long enough to hear the chirping lady talk herself out of hiding my coffee mug in a cabinet. I think she wanted to do this because the kitchenette is across from a small waiting area, where employees who have benefits questions await help. I'm thinking that maybe the chirping lady was concerned that my mug would offend somebody. Then I heard her say she "didn't want to make a big deal out of it," and she left it where she found it!

posted by: zithereen at February 11, 2006 20:58 | link | comments (1) |