5.4.06

Wandering

Hands on mousepad
Taken by Terz.

Some days, work takes me everywhere but the office.

There's the National Archives, where the staff already recognise me well enough that it doesn't matter that I've forgotten to bring my reader's pass, and where former students writing their postgraduate theses lurk, as earnest and cheerful as they were way back when.

There's the school where Ondine teaches, where students wait to be terrorized. Oh all right, I wasn't that bad, maybe because I forgot to wear the "Let me eat your children" T-shirt that she bought me.

And there's the friend's office where he's conducting job interviews, but in a blink of an eye it turns into the neighbourhood drop-in for all our friends instead, and I pity the prospective employees who stick their head warily in the door --- "I'm here for an interview?" --- only to be challenged by us for non-existent passwords and jaunty repartee.

Not every day is like this. But these days are nice.

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2 Comments:

At 4/07/2006 6:25 am , Blogger tstracy said...

yes...they are...ps where is that t-shirt?

 
At 4/07/2006 7:18 pm , Blogger Tym said...

Er ... in the laundry basket? I wore it yesterday instead :)

 

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