Six people at lunchtime. #blogjune
The Very Quiet Young Ladies Guide to Multiple Personalities.
This is my one and probably only attempt to ever write something as a serial(one small part a week) so here is a link to Part 1, Part 2. and part 3.
Part 4.
After I came back to work I saw the back of Jeremy's body going into one of the conference rooms, he didn't see me obviously but I could tell it was him. I was briefly weirded out by the fact that he'd somehow followed me or got me to follow him. Like a magic trick
My work is a hectic place some days and a graveyard of silence on others. It's all luck of the draw. That day it was a graveyard, that was why Jeremy was able to get an appointment I guess. I keyed in a question for Kelly who was manning the reception desk that afternoon because the usual girl Tatiana was off trying to be a reality TV star down at the beach. She'd been rescued eight times by the Bondi Rescue team and had claimed her dog had PTSD four times to get the Bondi Vet to look at it. So far she'd not made it to TV but she was ever optimistic.
I asked Kelly who the deaf guy was who just came in.
She looked up at the robot voice from the tablet and then smiled at me with that weird pitying smile most people save for the disabled. "He's some wunderkind art school kid, wrote a bunch of poems, doesn't know if the word rhyme or not and it makes them unique. Lot of buzz from the art scene about how he's the next big thing. So we're going to publish his book and then throw him to the wolves when his fifteen minutes are up."
Publishing isn't a friendly business for some people.
What do you know about him? I asked.
"Not much, poet, good dresser, wrote some stuff online about hearing people a few years ago we're probably going to hope no-one ever finds out about if the book sells well. Of course we'll make sure everyone finds out about it if the book doesn't." Kelly smiled at me. "I honestly don't know why you aren't in there, I mean you can do sign language can't you? Might be handy when dealing with someone who can't hear any of the questions being asked."
I wasn't entirely sure where I was on the Myers-Briggs at the time, I'd been taking the test every few hours and slowly shifting away from at least the Sensing into Intuition and maybe away from Perception into Judgement. I'd scored an Extrovert over Introvert once but that can be a fluke sometimes when I'm panicked after a change I get a bit hyper and it can influence the test. However I knew for certain that I was definitely swimming in the shallow end of the Kinsey scale a three at most(some of it left over from before), probably a low two and trending down.
I asked Kelly if they had anyone in there to translate for him.
"Nope. I think he can read lips or something. He didn't seem to be worried about it."
I typed out for her to text whomever was in the meeting that I would come in to translate for him. Rules and procedures be damned, I marched off to the meeting room as Kelly rapidly texted behind me. Letting them know that someone from our staff would be helping out if needed. I was confident, I was needed and I was somehow crazy enough to think that this mad plan to get the guy was going to work.
To Be Continued...
My Day.
Pretty boring day today to be honest. My brother and his family came over for lunch and to pick up his dog. I went out to the shops and got myself a chicken for dinner. I spent most of the day reading the first Veronica Mars novel and trying to rest my legs for tomorrow's game.
My nieces seemed to be in good spirits which is always nice. They have that childhood energy that little kids all seem to be soaked in, running around throwing balls for the dogs to chase and such. One of them decided that she hated blowing her nose so she stopped completely and my brother had to convince her to actually blow it because leaving it all stuffed up there isn't really healthy at all.
They were headed back home because my sister-in-law needed to go to work as a trainee nurse, which is nice but also annoying for my brother because it cut their weekend away down to two nights instead of three.
I got a message back from a friend of mine who's been in hospital for the last two weeks, she's out now but still recovering, which is a shame. She's losing a long weekend for nothing. She's mostly happy that she got extensions on her assignments for the semester but also a bit annoyed that she still has to do them(not so much annoyed at the fact that she has to do them but the fact that because she was sick she has to do them now instead of doing them two-three weeks ago).
Looking forwards to tomorrow all things considered. A good soccer game in the morning, maybe a bike ride around in the afternoon once I go and collect my brother from his place.
YouTube Clip of the Day.
Conan O'Brien does his annual staff reviews.
This is my one and probably only attempt to ever write something as a serial(one small part a week) so here is a link to Part 1, Part 2. and part 3.
Part 4.
After I came back to work I saw the back of Jeremy's body going into one of the conference rooms, he didn't see me obviously but I could tell it was him. I was briefly weirded out by the fact that he'd somehow followed me or got me to follow him. Like a magic trick
My work is a hectic place some days and a graveyard of silence on others. It's all luck of the draw. That day it was a graveyard, that was why Jeremy was able to get an appointment I guess. I keyed in a question for Kelly who was manning the reception desk that afternoon because the usual girl Tatiana was off trying to be a reality TV star down at the beach. She'd been rescued eight times by the Bondi Rescue team and had claimed her dog had PTSD four times to get the Bondi Vet to look at it. So far she'd not made it to TV but she was ever optimistic.
I asked Kelly who the deaf guy was who just came in.
She looked up at the robot voice from the tablet and then smiled at me with that weird pitying smile most people save for the disabled. "He's some wunderkind art school kid, wrote a bunch of poems, doesn't know if the word rhyme or not and it makes them unique. Lot of buzz from the art scene about how he's the next big thing. So we're going to publish his book and then throw him to the wolves when his fifteen minutes are up."
Publishing isn't a friendly business for some people.
What do you know about him? I asked.
"Not much, poet, good dresser, wrote some stuff online about hearing people a few years ago we're probably going to hope no-one ever finds out about if the book sells well. Of course we'll make sure everyone finds out about it if the book doesn't." Kelly smiled at me. "I honestly don't know why you aren't in there, I mean you can do sign language can't you? Might be handy when dealing with someone who can't hear any of the questions being asked."
I wasn't entirely sure where I was on the Myers-Briggs at the time, I'd been taking the test every few hours and slowly shifting away from at least the Sensing into Intuition and maybe away from Perception into Judgement. I'd scored an Extrovert over Introvert once but that can be a fluke sometimes when I'm panicked after a change I get a bit hyper and it can influence the test. However I knew for certain that I was definitely swimming in the shallow end of the Kinsey scale a three at most(some of it left over from before), probably a low two and trending down.
I asked Kelly if they had anyone in there to translate for him.
"Nope. I think he can read lips or something. He didn't seem to be worried about it."
I typed out for her to text whomever was in the meeting that I would come in to translate for him. Rules and procedures be damned, I marched off to the meeting room as Kelly rapidly texted behind me. Letting them know that someone from our staff would be helping out if needed. I was confident, I was needed and I was somehow crazy enough to think that this mad plan to get the guy was going to work.
To Be Continued...
My Day.
Pretty boring day today to be honest. My brother and his family came over for lunch and to pick up his dog. I went out to the shops and got myself a chicken for dinner. I spent most of the day reading the first Veronica Mars novel and trying to rest my legs for tomorrow's game.
My nieces seemed to be in good spirits which is always nice. They have that childhood energy that little kids all seem to be soaked in, running around throwing balls for the dogs to chase and such. One of them decided that she hated blowing her nose so she stopped completely and my brother had to convince her to actually blow it because leaving it all stuffed up there isn't really healthy at all.
They were headed back home because my sister-in-law needed to go to work as a trainee nurse, which is nice but also annoying for my brother because it cut their weekend away down to two nights instead of three.
I got a message back from a friend of mine who's been in hospital for the last two weeks, she's out now but still recovering, which is a shame. She's losing a long weekend for nothing. She's mostly happy that she got extensions on her assignments for the semester but also a bit annoyed that she still has to do them(not so much annoyed at the fact that she has to do them but the fact that because she was sick she has to do them now instead of doing them two-three weeks ago).
Looking forwards to tomorrow all things considered. A good soccer game in the morning, maybe a bike ride around in the afternoon once I go and collect my brother from his place.
YouTube Clip of the Day.
Conan O'Brien does his annual staff reviews.
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