Was today one of those days that had you responding "fuck off!" even when someone was just saying "good morning!"?
No? Was it just me? I must be getting less tolerant in my old age. And so begins my moaning about turning another year older in approximately 31 days!
Sunday was my 5th Anniversary at Arkham Asylum. I remember when I first started here, at the young whipper snapper age of 32 (although soon to be 33), and was still a Bambi (naive with balancing issues) with hopes and dreams and a small coffee cup. After a couple of years, I bought a bigger cup because my escapes from my desk for coffee refills became less and less frequent.
This year, to celebrate the demise of my sense of humor when it comes to the Asylum, I graduated to an Andre the giant sized cup. I stopped kidding myself about being able to leave my desk. Ever.
Of course this also means I am celebrating 5 years of playing "Fetch OZ's sandwich" which is always nice. Especially because one of my joys in life is walking across a vacant lot, side stepping dog poop landmines, in 4 inch heels for a meatball sandwich that somebody else is going to eat.
And if I happen to be at lunch when his majesty wants *HIS* lunch? Well, Glynda and her CSI skills track my ass down.
Glynda [walks into my office doesn't see me so she asks Milton]: Where's Bee?
Glynda: I was just in the lunchroom and she's not in there but I noticed the toaster is still warm.
Milton: Maybe she stepped out?
Glynda: But her purse is still here. [points at my chair where I place my purse and then swivel it to face the wall so that I don't get burglared by criminal patients]
Milton [starts fidgeting because now she's faced with a puzzle she cannot solve (no, I wasn't there to see it happen but I know my Milton)]: Um well maybe she walked to the gas station/Subway.
Glynda [dusts my area with special tracking powder]: Her car keys were sitting on this ledge and now they’re gone.
Milton: I-I-I don't know where she could be! [cries]
Glynda [she leaves the business office and is hot on my trail]: The foot pattern in the kitchen indicates she headed to the back door. Tiny miniscule crumbs tell me she left the building. This twig that was lying facing the handicap parking spot is now broken in half with the longer piece pointing east. Aha! She's eating her toasted sandwich in her car!
And then I heard a knock on my car window so I looked up and there, in her 4 foot 9 inch flashy white uniform, stood Glynda.
Glynda: OZ needs a meatball sandwich with cheese and 5 onion slices right now.
Yeah, she must still believe in Santa Claus if she thinks I'm gonna jump like a trained poodle and rush over to fetch his sandwich before I've had my lunch.
Me: Did you bring me money?
Glynda: Uh, no but Milton can get it for you.
Me: Okay, I've got another 15 minutes. I'm sure OZ won't die of starvation before then.
Glynda: Will you go right now if I bring you the money.
Glynda: I'll tell him you're on your way anyway. No sense in upsetting him.
And she waited for me to respond but my brain had already dismissed her.
In the amount of time it took her to track me down, she could have walked over to get his damn sandwich but I guess it wouldn't have tasted as good.
We spent the weekend at my in-laws house and woke up before sunrise on Sunday morning. As I was getting ready to go outside so that I could witness the sunrise, I asked Andy if he was going to come outside with me and his response was classic Andy:
"Well of course you sappy bastard!"
He makes my heart SOAR!