Just as I suspected, it was quite a shock to my system to return to to my job today after being away from it for 9 whole days. I would have preferred to ease back into it gradually, but that’s not how these things work. As they say, it’s best to just get back up on that horse after you’ve left it for 9 days and went off to have a good time without it. But don’t expect the horse to be happy about it.
On the plus side, nearly a quarter of my co-workers remembered who I was when I returned today. Security attempted no less than three times to escort me out of the building. Fortunately, my badge vouched for me and I was allowed to stay. Badges never lie.
And that is a good thing because it was nice being inside in the air conditioning instead of outside in hundred degree heat (37 C).
The Glass Crack’d From Side to Side
My good fortune at not having to work outside in the oppressive heat was driven home to me when I went outside to talk to the fellow who was there to replace the windshield in my car. It is bad enough to have to work underneath a blazing, merciless sun and its attendant heat and humidity. It is even worse, while working in those conditions, to have to handle nearly molten windshield glass and red hot metal parts of an automobile. You are a better man than I, Gunga Din.
Though the cost of the new windshield was staggeringly expensive, it was totally worth it because there is no longer a horizontal crack in my windshield right at eye level that flares and scintillates every time the sun catches it just right. I suppose I shall just have to do without being scintillated on the way to work every morning.
Cutting to the Chaise
Tonight I said goodbye to a dear old friend.
No, it was not a pet, though many, many pets have left their mark upon this particular friend.
No, the friend I said goodbye to was my beloved chair that I have been sitting in for the past 20 years.
Not continuously, of course. That would be silly.
It was an easy chair that was part of a living room suite that has disappeared piece by piece over the aforementioned 20 years until it was the only original piece left.
It held a place of honor in the family room. Okay, that’s not entirely true. It occupied an ill-lit corner of the family room that no one else wanted and so I adopted it as “my spot”. I liked it because it faced away from the television set, thus removing that pollutant from my eyes. Instead, I would sit in this (or rather, that) chair and read or write or dream. A good number of the blog posts I have written were written in that chair.
However, I could no longer ignore the large (and growing larger) holes in the upholstery. The pet stains, though they had been cleaned many, many times with all sorts of chemicals that promised to remove any stain, insisted on returning over and over again like an unemployed relative. The cushions, over time, sagged more and more and supported my back less and less.
So, I purchased a new chair several weeks ago and, as it has now passed all of my rigorous tests, has been granted permission to stay.
But that means that the old chair had to be let go. It had its exit interview with HR today and was walked to the door on its wobbly legs.
Goodbye, old friend. I shall miss all the times that we sat and dreamed together.