Today, Tuesday, I’ve been in Utah since last Thursday and I’m sitting in Deer Valley working. Working is a little liberal in what I am doing as I wouldn’t call this work; however, I am being paid to, ever forty or forty-five minutes or so, escort a business executive from one meeting to another – share with him his schedule – and ask questions. I did the same thing yesterday. So much fun, let me tell you.
Last night I got to repurchase “To Kill a Mockingbird” which I know I’ve owned in the past and, for some reason, can’t seem to find anymore. I went through all of my boxes and couldn’t find my copy. That doesn’t mean I’ve lost, loaned, had stolen, or sold my copy, it does mean that I may be blind or bought a copy in a different format than I normally purchase books. When a book is available I normally buy it in trade paperback. What was interesting to me, yesterday, as I searched for the book on Borders instore system in Salt Lake City was that they list it, on the public site, as ‘trade paperback’ whereas internally the books are referred to as ‘quality paperbacks.’
As a result of this job, though, I am hanging out at the ‘testosterone table’. Dubbed so by the man who had all of us brought in. I can guess why we would be referred to that way, two men, one woman (she’s nice looking) and every other guy either acts weird or is too old to worry about testosterone levels. Like I said, the assignment is kind of interesting.
One of the people I’ve been sitting with told us yesterday that her boyfriend called to tell her that he’d gotten married over the weekend. She wasn’t certain whether or not he is being serious or just hurtful, and has been trying to find out if, on a trip to San Francisco, he really did get married or not. As she talks about it I’m not personally sure what to believe, but the truth of the matter is that I don’t have to believe anything. It’s not my place to believe or not to believe, in this instance.
She indicated, yesterday, that she might go home and get drunk in celebration of his nuptials (real or imagined) and when she showed up this morning she’d indicated that there was no drinking last night. Apparently, the job is more important than the need (???) to get plastered as a result of someone else’s actions. She tells us, today, that she is going to go home and see how far the alcohol in her house will take her.
Beyond that, I’ve started hovering around the boards for school and need to get serious about checking on registration for the “Y”.
Oh, and every day reminds me, a little more, of why I decided to leave. I know why I came back, but I get reminded of what took me away from this crazy place. There’s a list.