As I have mentioned before, I work with just one other guy. Josh.
Being the overly social person that I am, at first this was a big transition from my previous job where it seemed they paid me to talk to my vast amount of friends all over the office building.
Huh. And yet I no longer work there. Odd.
Anyhoo! Then I came here and it was just me and this guy, who I had nothing in common with, in one small office.
But because we are both just kick ass and the coolest people in the whole building, it didn’t take long for Josh and I to become fast friends. And it didn’t matter that it was just the two of us.
When he would go on vacation for a week or longer, it was hard but I knew there was an end date and therefore I could handle the solitude.
That was then. This is now. When Josh’s back went out.
Even though Josh is only in his late 20′s, he had the back of an 85 year old. It got to the point where he would shuffle into work and then have to take frequent breaks to lay on the floor of our office just to get relief. Yes. Truly pathetic.
After finally getting to the doctor, they agreed that the only solution for him is surgery. Back surgery. With a LONG recovery.
People! This means I have been A-L-O-N-E, in this small office for 4 weeks now with possibly 4 more to go! Clearly this frightens me beyond belief.
Sure there are other people around the office building that I can chat with, but they aren’t My Josh. Things have recently gotten so bad, that yesterday I found myself very engrossed in another woman’s doily that she is hand stitching and asking many a question about it just so she wouldn’t leave my office.
Before Josh had the surgery and was just working from home, I asked him to check this voicemail since I knew he had quite a few messages. He emailed me back that he would do that right away.
So when his phone rang, well, I answered it, much like Buddy The Elf.
“HELLO!” I exclaimed with very immature glee.
“Um, yeah, I’m trying to check my voicemail…”
“Yeah I know. I’m just being a brat.”
“Right, well let’s try this again…”
“OK. BYE!”
He’s going to miss me so much.
It is going to be a very long winter in here. All alone. I think I’d better ask my boss when they are coming to pad the walls.
oh you poor dear… keep in touch. let me know if you need anything. a straight jacket, a valium, a bottle of tequila… you know. important things!
You were staring at a woman’s doiley? I suppose she doesn’t work with you, then? Because if she’s working with you and knitting (is that how you make doilelys?) and you’re staring at it, then clearly you have the most boring job in the world.
But feel free to email me during the day. I’d love to chat with you in the spare time I have when not helping kids. And I’ll even give you all 15 seconds of it, because you are so dear to me.
i am coming to visit you at work right now.
never trust anyone with that name…