Cada Cabeza Es Un Mundo
(almost one year ago)
Spring is sputtering to life here. Warm weather followed by a cold wind. Buds pressing out from tree branches and my neighbor's lawn already thick, lush, and green. I have seasonal allergies so I wander through this time of year in a semi-daze because if I sit still for too long the anti-histimines in my system demand an instant 30 minutes of hard sleep.
The problem is, I have new co-workers in my space and I want to make a good impression. I'm guessing they have no idea what I do for a living because when they wander throught I'm alternately listening to someone on the phone, yelling at someone on the phone, nodding along to a web meeting, sending inappropriate texts, staring at my computer, doodling, or . . . fast asleep in my chair.
It has to be jarring to experience. I mean, if I'm supposed to be the breadwinner, am I exuding confidence? If the economy continues to slide, will I still be able to provide for them? Can they count on me? I wonder if they think I'm lazy or crazy. So I ask leading questions like, "So, do you wonder what I do all day?"
"Not really."
Oh. I see.
I guess it makes sense. When push comes to shove, I don't know if I could tell you what they do all day either.
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