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Welcome to work!

This is a weird day.

I thought it was raining. So When I took my shower I washed my hair and slicked it all back with some hair gel. Put on a scarf and Hat and made my way to work.

The ground was wet but it was not raining. So I figured it was a fast moving rain storm.

The new bus driver does not try to leave us anymore. I guess he is starting to know who are the regular riders. We greet him when we get on and wish him a good day or weekend when we get off. He is starting to do the same. At one point along the route he just pulled over and sat still. He was way ahead of schedule. But no one complained and we were soon on a way.

Usually by the time I reach Oakland the day has started to brighten but not today. It was still dark like night. Which I thought was weird. Had I actually watched the new weather forcast I would have known about the rain storms headed our way because of the hurricanes.

As I made my way to the entrance on Yellow side the building I saw 6 to 8 people in suits standing by the door. I guessed that some meeting had just let out and they were just hanging around. Just as the sliding door opened they all said "Welcome to work!" I stopped and thought " What!?" Then one of the lady said " We are just welcoming you to work. Have a granola bar and some orange juice or apple juice."

I smile and said "thanks" took some apple juice and made my way to my office.

It felt like something out of the twilight zone. I was not sure what I was going to find for the rest of the day.

I settled into my office and got started! 3 bins of work should keep me busy all morning long I hoped. Drat! I was done in 45 minutes.

M came into work and she complained about the rain. When I looked closely it looked like she took a shower with her clothes. Well at least from the waist down. She was happy that she had a extra pair of shoes in her desk.

I went to the back office and put everything in the cart and came back and talked to M. She asked me if I was welcomed to work. She was smiling as she was changing her shoes. " What a nice way be to greeted with all that rain out there." It was a nice way to be greeted and I am truly glad that I missed the rain.

I made my way back to my office to see L sitting at her desk. I guess I looked surprised because she explained she had to come in early because she only had 4 hours of PTO!

After answering calls for about 1/2 hour she asked me who put the cartoon on her desk. I had forgotten about the Palin comic strip that was put on her desk. My response. "It was there when I came in this morning."
"Oh I guess J thought it was funny and left it for me. That's just childish!" She sounded annoyed.

I turned to her and said "It was just fun. J does very little childish things."

Then without missing a beat she said " I brought him 2 bags of candy." no ounce of annoyance in her voice.

" He is off today." I said as I turned back to my desk.

My mind went back to the suits that greeted me at the door this morning Welcome to work! Yea, thanks.

Then she told me the story of the replacing the water heater. She did not come to work because she could not take a cold shower. She would have been too stiff to move. After a while she sounded like blah, blah. I don't know what she was talking about.

Time continues on without much going right or going wrong. However the Welcome to work still rings in my ears. It really was a nice way to be greeted when coming to work.

I wonder if they will be there on Monday.

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Anonymous said…
WHY do I always miss the interesting things?

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