As the group enters and the police secure the area, quite overlooking me. I am moving towards the side of the building and around. Just strolling slowly, not unlike a priest saying his prayers under his breath on a short walk. The view stops and looks about. Slowly and unhurriedly scanning the area without seeing the area. No focus on anyone or anything. Turning and retracing the path at the same speed. Noises of the moving traffic, lighter but no less hurried intermixed with shouts and babble continue to follow. No eyes are on me as I open the door I had left by before. Quiet and calm. Incense hits me and tickles, dust motes wander past while I move towards the pews. I can see the small group of officers and civilian type officials sitting in the front with their backs towards me. A cleric stands across but not within earshot of them. The lady is five rows up and off to their left. My hand grasps the deeply stained and smooth chair back behind her. Shuffling past the small hassocks pushed almost under the seat in front and quietly sitting down just behind her right shoulder with the smallest creak of settling wood…. My hands are in my lap with a dark fine wooden beaded rosary. “Do you have any sins you would like to confess?” I whisper.
Must be Friday! Right.? Friday? You have heard of it. Tell me it‘s Friday! Okay…you do know what a Thursday looks like right? If you look past their stripes you should be able to catch a glimpse of the spots of Friday. I know…its just waiting to pounce. Nothing until your right under it then woomp! Figures. Wednesday the tortoise of the week is starting to lean backwards. One step forward and four inches to the rear in list.
Today was a struggle of alignment. Too many tasks that were convoluted exasperated by a reservations clerk who 1. Could not talk any quicker than rubber glue on a cold day, 2. Continued to repeat the same statements over and over again. 3. When asked for one thing decided it was time to go into a commercial about the wonders I will get from my excellent location even though that is not what I asked. I think 30 minutes of brain cells died. After removing the telephone receiver from my head-space I proceeded to go online and fine exactly what I was not told within 20 seconds. You must be asking why I didn't try that first. Because I was TOLD to call first. Never again. And yes. I detest talking on the phone unless you get to the point. Rambling will get you hung up on. I am really getting old. I hate having my time wasted. I will ask for details if I need them after you tell me what I want to know.
Today's list of things. Property,travel……lots of travel…. Calls…meetings…more requested data and back and over and miles, hotels, tickets and luggage fees…. Baaaa!
I was happily sitting down and running some edits to relieve my mind of the futility of call center people. I just want to drag my fingers through the hair at the sides of my head and close my eyes.
The good and or weird thing in the last few days is that Kimbra has a song called Home that has hit a chord with me. Go listen to it. Rather good. Ill drop a link here…. Then show you the pics I messed with.
Kimbra ~ Home
The last one was cause I loved the boldness and I needed a change.
Links
Rock n Roll!!
Oh no! Windows surface 3!?!?!?!!
These are funny enough to post.
Um.. No.
Too pooped to pop again. Way long day but satisfying because I got things that I never thought I could get done in time done. Done and done.
