Sisyphus I
I pushed a couple of cars today.
Apparently that’s what I do.
It snowed all night. It was still snowing this morning, not quite the snow-pocalypse, but thick enough. The flakes were heavy, thick, and wet.
Chuck, whom I’ve mentioned a time or two, called to say he’d be late in relieving my supervisor, his wife Sue. He’d gotten his SUV stuck in the parking lot.
Our area of the base is haphazardly plowed at the best of times. The base’s scheduled closing next year has blanketed us with a sense of ennui.
Chuck likes to delete my work files, or change the file names. That’s why I make back-ups for everything. Chuck was instrumental in ensuring I was disciplined for challenging the image of Stone Mountain on our briefing folders. Chuck is our worthless Union rep - IBEW Local 567 - the same Union that betrayed me. In nine years we’ve had maybe six required "monthly" meetings. Maybe it’s better that way.
Chuck’s truck was stuck. He asked my help, and I shoved his SUV out of the snow bank he’d crashed into. It was child’s play really. The tricky part was finding something solid enough on his SUV to push - it was mostly plastic!
The other car I pushed out of a snow bank belonged to Kathy, a cook I know from Something’s Fishy, a seafood restaurant by Fort Andross. I’d come in late and hungry one night and Kathy said something too loudly in the kitchen about it. She was chagrined to learn the entire building had heard her. Her apology was sincere, and we’ve been friendly ever since. I had no qualms helping to get her and her abominable snow-car underway. Actually I cleared her car off too. All she had was a bit of coloured plastic as a sad excuse for a snow scraper. I felt like Crocodile Dundee "That’s not a knife snow-scraper" as I fetched a snow rake from my pirate-truck.
At work tonight my supervisor, Sue, Chuck’s wife, is being nice to me, and the files I’ve used have been left be. I suppose this too shall pass.
Apparently that’s what I do.
It snowed all night. It was still snowing this morning, not quite the snow-pocalypse, but thick enough. The flakes were heavy, thick, and wet.
Chuck, whom I’ve mentioned a time or two, called to say he’d be late in relieving my supervisor, his wife Sue. He’d gotten his SUV stuck in the parking lot.
Our area of the base is haphazardly plowed at the best of times. The base’s scheduled closing next year has blanketed us with a sense of ennui.
Chuck likes to delete my work files, or change the file names. That’s why I make back-ups for everything. Chuck was instrumental in ensuring I was disciplined for challenging the image of Stone Mountain on our briefing folders. Chuck is our worthless Union rep - IBEW Local 567 - the same Union that betrayed me. In nine years we’ve had maybe six required "monthly" meetings. Maybe it’s better that way.
Chuck’s truck was stuck. He asked my help, and I shoved his SUV out of the snow bank he’d crashed into. It was child’s play really. The tricky part was finding something solid enough on his SUV to push - it was mostly plastic!
The other car I pushed out of a snow bank belonged to Kathy, a cook I know from Something’s Fishy, a seafood restaurant by Fort Andross. I’d come in late and hungry one night and Kathy said something too loudly in the kitchen about it. She was chagrined to learn the entire building had heard her. Her apology was sincere, and we’ve been friendly ever since. I had no qualms helping to get her and her abominable snow-car underway. Actually I cleared her car off too. All she had was a bit of coloured plastic as a sad excuse for a snow scraper. I felt like Crocodile Dundee "That’s not a knife snow-scraper" as I fetched a snow rake from my pirate-truck.
At work tonight my supervisor, Sue, Chuck’s wife, is being nice to me, and the files I’ve used have been left be. I suppose this too shall pass.