Distracted July 28, 2012
The owner ran out so fast, people in the office almost didn’t
see him go.
Meanwhile, she was scheduled to come in late, but apparently
decided not to come in at all – a mortal sin on a Friday when everybody is
supposed to be in at 8 a.m., our company’s perverted idea of summer hours.
And having both of them out of the office at the same time
started the gossip mill running.
How real any of this is, who can say? The two main gossips invent
as much as they repeat, and it takes a master code breaker to tell fact from
fiction.
But the owner is acting strange which feeds into the rumor
mill.
He’s out of the office almost as much as he’s in it, and
when he’s around, he clutches his cell phone as if his life depended upon it.
He still makes me uncomfortable whenever he and I occupy the
same space. I keep thinking he’ll find an excuse to fire me.
When he called me Wednesday, I panicked, only to hear him
rant and rave about the lack of quality of the office phones – which were installed
earlier this year but haven’t quite lived up to expectations.
After he ran out this morning, I had to reach him because
his number had appeared on my missed calls on the office phone, so called his
cell phone. He sounded out of breath when he answered, and out of doors, also
strange, since reportedly, he was supposed to be driving to some rather distant
meeting and so should have been answering from his car.
I asked him why he had called; he seemed distracted, and
told me not to worry about it, he had taken care of the matter, whatever that
matter was. He sounded confused, not hostile, but seemed a little startled by
my calling him.
Where he was, I could only guess, somewhere on a busy street
from the sound of traffic in the background.
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