Yesterday was flu shot day at work, and of course none of us GO to work anymore, but we had to pop in at our allotted times yesterday. When I pulled up, I immediately saw the automobile of Wedding Alex and I squealed.
When I got out of my car, I saw the woman who has that fun birthday party every year that I always include lots of photos from. You remember. She lived walking distance from my last house, and one year she had a signature drink she called La Cougar except we all pronounced it La CouWAUR, and I had 170 of them then walked home, ordered myself a pizza, FORGOT I’d ordered a pizza, then was so delighted to get pizza at 11:30 at night.
Anyway I saw her.
“How are you handling all this?” she asked from behind her mask, across the parking lot.
“I actually don’t mind it that much,” I said.
“Argh,” she said, disgusted with the whole thing, including my weird secluded self.
Then I headed in for the shot. “I thought you were getting a HUGE SUV,” said one of the HR women, whom I’d worked with about my time off when I had my accident last year.
“Did you see that little pickle car I used to drive?” I asked her. “Compared to the pickle car, this IS huge.”
I’m forever calling my old car,
a car I LOVED, a pickle car. It’s because in my head I think of this:
but nobody knows this because no one is in my head. No one wants to be in my head. You know how in scary movies they say don’t go down to the basement? Anyway, I always say pickle car and no one ever asks, “What the Sam holy Hill do you mean?” I guess people assume half of what I say isn’t going to make any sense.
Then finally I saw ANOTHER HR person, who gave me a gift card to a restaurant because I got Employee of the Century this month. She had a cute little swingy dress on. The HR person, not my gift card, whose sex I don’t know.
As soon as my shot was done in our huge fitness room, I left out another door for maximum spacing and all, and there was Wedding Alex, who had gone to her desk and done work till her shot time, instead of hobnobbing with all the people, because that’s how Wedding Alex is. She’s very corporate-ladder-y.
Then she had to go get her shot, so I went to my desk. Not to do work—pfft—but to wait for Lottie Blanco to bring my food. The calendar on my desk was on February, still, but there was my boss who wears all the Stitch Fix we vote on, and also Vilhelm Oyster, y’all! Vilhelm Oyster and I were friends the moment I got to that job nine and a half years ago. Also there? The copy editor who sits behind me, the one who won the spelling bee. I have a series of photos I have secretly taken of the back of her over the years, and I keep meaning to compile them all as a treat for her and I never do it.
In all, maybe 10 people were in that giant room at work (it’s a former mill), people who decided to work at work for awhile after or before their flu shot. We all had our masks on, and I stayed maybe 10 minutes, so I hope I did not just infect self but oh! It was nice to see people I like.
The crowning moment came when Lottie Blanco showed up with my food. I was one free kitten from having a perfect day.
Speaking of kittens, Forest is here, lying his head on my hand that’s bouncing about as I type. He doesn’t care that his head is bouncing. He has his purr on and his eyes closed. It’s very cute, but twice now he’s starfished his paw on the keyboard and erased entire lines. Does the pound have curbside service, so I can just hand him over?
Anyway, I went home and got my requisite migraine. I have a THIRD doctor’s appointment re this today.
But despite my usual migraine, it really was nice to see people I like. I’d forgotten how much I like everyone at work. Like, I really like them a lot. A big part of the charm of work was just the three-minute conversations I’d have with people in the break room or on my way out the door or what have you.
I know I’m alone in this but I’m excited about this whole thing being done and going back to normal. To my abnormally normal life.
I have to go. Speaking of work, it’s before my start time but they want me to start. So.
Oh! And my hair. It didn’t look good yesterday but I know what I did and why it turned out dumb. I used the conditioning treatment but not normal regular conditioner. I know other people can get away with doing that but not old cave woman hair, here. So it just looked dumb yesterday. My goal today, if I can ever get this cat off me, is to wet it again, condition it, gel the everliving hell out of it and see if it’s going to be cute again.
This kitten is a barnacle.
OK, work is freaking out.
Armed against influenza-ly,