I like to fly low and steady attempting to not attract attention of any kind in certain circumstances.
Mostly, I don't like people knowing how old I am or how lame I can be.
My boss's boss asked me to do him a "personal favor"... he needs me to work the next three Friday's.
It's not the fact that I have to put my second "job" on hold or anything (although that really IS a super pain in the keister not to mention a pretty big cluster flup).
Making up for lost time on Saturday is not really all that big of a deal...
(frickin hell to da yes it's a big azz deal...)
So while I'm totally being asked to be put out and put upon..."they" are my bread and butter, so I need to just suck it up and when they say "JUMP"... I must respond
It's not so much that I have to be there on Friday...mostly all working stiffs work 5 days a week.
The problem is WHAT they have me doing.
Kayaking .... week one we were going to Kayak.
I'm all about depending on me/myself/I .... but me/myself/I in a little floatation device being in total charge of me/myself/I and having not one single solitary outdoorsy type person to help out by sitting in the boat and doing everything while I hang (white knuckle) on to the sides with my eyes glued shut had me more than a little shook up (not to mention heart palpitations, which were lots).
I think my boss' boss could see that he was asking for a donation of my left kidney....
or for me to Pole Vault across six cars lined up side to side.
He could see me squirm (the tears streaming down my face didn't hurt either).
"Please don't make me go in a boat by myself" I silently begged
"Surely, I'll paddle (if I get the hang of it) right into International Waters (Canada is our nearest neighbor) or out to sea...
They'll find me days after the trip, one pinky finger gouged into the side of the kayak hanging on for dear survival, lips parched, severely sunburned and half eaten by whatever kinds of huge (whiskered) fish hang out in the deep, deep, dark waters of the Huron River...
Or the boat just may capsize, I won't drown, but I'll sink to the bottom and end up with dirt in places ladies shouldn't have dirt."
By a stroke of wonderful luck our kayaking trip was cancelled due to a forecast of heavy rain.
Daddio hugged me tight and said "they really have no idea how great it is that this event has been rained out, they don't want someone like you on a kayak"
(the man calls a fig a fig)
I nearly cried tears of joy at the change of plans which included a Movie with the group.
I like to watch movies, but don't go out to see them often. I don't like that I can't pause the show and take a tinkle break or get some diet ice cream or chocolate bars. I don't like that I may have to share the armrest with a total stranger or hear/smell someone enjoying their last meal of popcorn..
(crazy knows it...just sayin)
I figured I could get over myself and my idiosyncrasies for a couple hour movie.
Anything would be better than kayaking.
My group and I got to the theater late and had to walk in with the movie already in progress.
I found myself leading the way into the theater.
In my own defense I will say that I had no idea my "night blindness" was so advanced.
Or that the stairs were so far apart.
Climbing mostly blind to the top seats of the movie theater had me using my foot like a red tipped white cane...tap tap tap... okay there it is, you can step now...tap tap tap....there is the next one... and the next and the next.
Even though I couldn't see my hands in front of my face, I'm quite sure lots of people (including my boss' boss) saw me go down on all fours like an ape to keep from tripping.
Next week the plan is to go fishing.
I'm not sure if I should pray for rain, or not...?
We can poke your eye out with a rusty screwdriver or we can poke your eye out with a rusty screwdriver...
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