We have a guy who comes in like twice a week and cleans the office. General stuff, bathrooms, vacuuming, etc. He’s got some Jamaican-type accent but I’ve never really talked to him or anything. He just comes in, does his work and goes. So, the yesterday, one of the guys asks if he can clean the front door – it’s full of fingerprints. He says that he can’t understand how people just HAVE to touch the glass when there’s a perfectly good bar to open it. I laugh and admit that I’m guilty of pushing it open with the glass because of the fact that I get shocked far too easily anytime I touch metal. The cleaner pauses from cleaning the door and looks at me and with a weird sorta smile, says, “It’s because you’ve got too much energy.” I sorta just laugh and make some agreement of sorts thinking ok, just a normal joke. But, he looks directly at me again and says it a second time…”You just have too much energy” Just something about the way he said it and the way he was looking at me like he knew a secret kinda made me a little uncomfortable. It was a weird experience…I don’t know what – if anything – that it means, but still…one of those strange moments where the rest of the world sorta dims out and you move past the normal for a moment and no one (or worse, in this case, someone) noticing.
Anyway, that’s my story. Thank gods its almost 5pm because I am sooooo ready to go home and start my weekend. It’s been a busy week and I pulled in 39.75 hours despite the fact that I didn’t get into work until 11:30am on Monday…that’s a lot of long days!
I’ll try to get those other pics up over the weekend. In the meantime, have a good one all, I’m going home!
~ flowers bloom near Memory and Dream
at 11/2/2001 04:44:20 PM ~
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