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The time stamp you read is correct. It is 10:30 at night and I have just stepped through the door.
I finished work at roughly 20:45 hours, using the 24-hour clock. I started work this morning at 07:30. You do the math, I'm too tired.
My coworker Natalie had a family emergency (her husband's grandmother is dying) and had to leave early. She's really, really upset, naturally. She and "Granny" were really close. I've never seen anyone have that particular reaction to the expected death of an elderly person before. Except on documentaries about Greek mourning women on television. I was quite taken aback by the severity and intensity of her grief, especially since she's known that this was coming for months (she's talked about it enough) and presumably had time to prepare for it psychologically. Apparently she didn't. Denial is a powerful force, it would seem.
I did what I could. I held her and patted her back and didn't offer any platitudes. I reminded her to turn on her cell phone so her family could reach her, got her water when she needed it and offered her a lift to Granny's residence if she needed if (she didn't). It seemed like pitifully little. In the end, I ended up holding down the fort at the office, the way I always do when Natalie has a crisis at home. It's what I do.
So I needn't have worried that this week was going to be tight in terms of cash because of my day "off." Turns out I already made back half my hours in one day.
In other words, folks, don't expect the serial tonight. I am fried, scrambled, and served on toast with salt. Side order of bacon, please.
I'm taking a bath now. I really, really need one. And some Valium. Or maybe some really strong stimulants, I haven't decided yet.
I finished work at roughly 20:45 hours, using the 24-hour clock. I started work this morning at 07:30. You do the math, I'm too tired.
My coworker Natalie had a family emergency (her husband's grandmother is dying) and had to leave early. She's really, really upset, naturally. She and "Granny" were really close. I've never seen anyone have that particular reaction to the expected death of an elderly person before. Except on documentaries about Greek mourning women on television. I was quite taken aback by the severity and intensity of her grief, especially since she's known that this was coming for months (she's talked about it enough) and presumably had time to prepare for it psychologically. Apparently she didn't. Denial is a powerful force, it would seem.
I did what I could. I held her and patted her back and didn't offer any platitudes. I reminded her to turn on her cell phone so her family could reach her, got her water when she needed it and offered her a lift to Granny's residence if she needed if (she didn't). It seemed like pitifully little. In the end, I ended up holding down the fort at the office, the way I always do when Natalie has a crisis at home. It's what I do.
So I needn't have worried that this week was going to be tight in terms of cash because of my day "off." Turns out I already made back half my hours in one day.
In other words, folks, don't expect the serial tonight. I am fried, scrambled, and served on toast with salt. Side order of bacon, please.
I'm taking a bath now. I really, really need one. And some Valium. Or maybe some really strong stimulants, I haven't decided yet.