April 7th, 2007

Coffee Squirrel

A Peek and a Peeve

I was at work. We have no supervisor until late in the day on Saturdays. Usually, the supervisor is Red. This is a man who has worked hard and tried to keep good humour for as long as I've known him. He fascinates me as I am sometimes able to see the hard edge beneath his humour. He is married. He is funny and while he will argue otherwise because he doesn't like to read, I feel he is very smart. He is a Mormon. He does not make any attempt to proselytize or preach. He often gets a raw deal and has worked double-shifts when people don't call in or due to our perpetual short-handed staff at work. He, The Sicilian and Sugartits are what keep my spirits high while at work. Each of these co-workers and my former co-worker Miss M have a warm place in my haert.  Here is why I have a special place in my heart for Red, though. I love that he adores his wife. I am impressed at how he takes care of his son, who is his red-headed mini-me.  I admire him; I feel comfortable around him; I am curious about his faith.

I was preparing to sign out. Red was taking over the work station I had manned that afternoon. He was wearing a T-shirt and jeans. As he was getting settled into the chair he lifted his arm. I got a glimpse of his religious undergarments. I don't think he knew. I don't think he'd expect me to know about that part of Mormon life even if I did see. I felt like I was seeing him naked. I didn't feel ashamed -- what for? -- but I felt as though I had walked in on someone.

It's interesting how Red and B share the same shifts. While B chatters on and on and one doesn't even have to listen to her for her to talk, her words have been like nails on a chalkboard lately. She tries =so= hard to work up normal co-worker banter, she's so awkward and relentless in her verbiage. I know she doesn't mean anything by it. But if I hear her go on about her spoiled child, her lack of money (though she's lucky enough to have parents buy a car for her and watch her kid) or her vapid ideas on race and politics I may have to smack someone. I'd give you a quote or two but I don't want to waste the space. Why am I getting less and less patient with age?

"Like, I just don't get the rules anymore, you know?" As if there has ever been any 'rule' other than use your brain, listen and try to respect others. Gaaahhh. I'm breathing deep. I'll make it through. I'll make it through.

So, I got a call. I got a call from a friend who is in love and things didn't work out. I want to be there for him. I want to tell him how lucky he is to have felt that at all...I don't think anyone's felt it for me. He's travelling. He's moving to the Northeast. I want him safe and I want him to know that he will be happy again one day.

I've taken enough of your time....