Rainy days and Mondays Aug. 7, 2012

  

I deliberately went to the main office yesterday (Monday) just to prove I could.

At some point, I needed to make it clear I was going to be working there other days than just Tuesdays.

And this may explain why she seemed more out of sorts than she had on Tuesday. I don’t think she expected to see me there and had not prepared the appropriate face.

This was accompanied by the fact that the male owner had taken his usual week off to go out west and could not be reached.

Since our former temporary boss doesn’t come in until Wednesday, the two of us were essentially alone in our department, adding no doubt to her agitation.

She is rarely in on Mondays, and often takes off on this day, which is a puzzle as to why she didn’t.

Influenced too much by my old psychology professor, I wonder if her life is a constant struggle to fill the gap left by her father’s leaving her when she was a child.

GA, who seems to know more about what goes on in our office than I do, thinks she (my colleague) is full of rage and takes it out on everyone she professes to love, hurting them under the guise of affection.

But on days like this, she looks particularly dark, unable to conjure up the face that tells the world she is cool and calm and collected. The best she can accomplish is a glare.

My apparent calm could not have helped.

While I made no effort to look in her direction or interact with her in any way, I did have several conservations with other people within earshot of her, one of which was with a salesman about an accident that had occurred in one of my towns, and the other with the manager of the auxiliary office about copy I needed to turn in.

I did not spend the whole day in the main office, leaving just prior to noon to meet with GA and take a trip down to the auxiliary office where I finished by copy, after which I had a meeting to cover (which turned out to be a total waste of time.)

How long any of this will go on for, is a total mystery, and I’m not sure how long she will tolerate my invading her work space on days she’s not prepared.

At some point, she may raise a stink with the owner, and I may find myself back in total exile.


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