A Poem!

Grown Up

The damp drape of winter
Covered in morning frost
Alarm clock awakens and steals dreams
Hot coco feeling like summer on the tongue
Autumn's fire wood under a tarp of drifting white
Snow days are but a distant memory
Grandma's soft knit scarf and mittens
Warm milk and red noses
All the while dashing through madhouse traffic

The old snow fort is now your cubicle
Buried in mounds of paper
Hot coco replaced with gritty bland coffee
That hat and mittens
Wal-Mart's last reject
The red nose isn't from a day of toiling with mischief
Rather it's caused by your prairie dogging office mate's bad hygiene
On your last day of your two weeks notice
Make snow angels from paper shredder confetti


So word has it, office #1 with the crazy office mate going off on the boss my second day is on “medical leave”. I am thinking perhaps mental leave in the nut house or something. I hear she’s going on vacation in Florida after the “medical leave” is finished. After that, her mandatory six months probation being stuck in office #1 will be over and then she can apply to other offices on campus. *shiver* I figured this out while looking at today’s latest job openings. I saw a listing for that department was open again and figured A) New girl ran away screaming and crying for mercy B) Crazy office mate finally went ballistic and the papers kept it quiet. C) Maybe it’s something else not related to the crazy lady that I shared a room with for over a month. It turned out that “C” was the correct assumption after some perfunctory nosing around with folks I made nice with while I was there.

Anyhoo, life is still interesting in this current position. The mail room has gone nucking futs and it was backed up for about 3 hours today if not more. They kept me busy enough that I didn’t have time to blog a few words and if I did, I wasn’t at my desk nor did I want to be, because the longer I was there the bigger the pile of stuff got aside from sorting departmental mail. At one point, I attached a post it to the back of my chair saying I was on my 15 minute break and it would be done at a certain time. Just so I could read e-mail in peace and quiet. Someone asked me what was with the post-it. I explained that perhaps since my job wasn’t technically at a computer all day that I wanted to check my office mail and e-mail without interruption on my break time. Tah-dah! It worked! I’ll have to remember that when people think I need more stuff to do. Yesterday I was on the verge of having nothing to do and that was quite fine by me. Today was just nuts. I am assuming that’s the way this building works. Yay-rah. Come on pay day! Time for bed now. Zzzzzzz

T~Molly

...So if I die today I'll be the happy phantom
And I'll go wearin' my naughties like a jewel
I'm still an angel to a girl who hates to sin...