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Someone ‘Splain This To Me
In our weekly Tuesday Morning Torture Session yesterday, Douche Bag distributed the following document which supposedly has gone out to all of the Northern California Region employees. At the top was the official logo with the burning people and the name of The Company That Created The HMO and it read as follows:
Northern California Region
Employee Live Call In Guidelines
November 2008
Purpose: Live call in refers to a process of requiring employees to call and speak directly with their managers (or designee) when they are unable to work their assigned hours. The live call in process is designed to work in conjunction with other efforts to improve attendance. Together, these efforts will help ensure a superior healthcare experiences for our members. Having employees speak with or call in to a manager/supervisor creates an interaction where employees are supported to stay home when they are sick and find alternatives to calling out when they’re not. If conditions other than illness(es) exist, alternative options can be explored such as coming in later in the shift so as not to miss the entire shift or other potential work accommodations. This can help employees maximize the use of their sick leave benefits and minimize the impact to operations.
Impacted employees: All employees in Northern California
Expectations of impacted employees:
It is critical to our mission of providing superior healthcare to our members that employees and managers work together to manage attendance. Therefore, impacted employees and their managers who do not follow the established expectations of the live call in process may be subject to disciplinary action or the corrective action/issue resolution process.
1. Follow the established procedure for reporting absence:
a. Call the identified number when unable to come to work
b. Notify their manager (or designee) of his/her absence at lest two (2) hours before the employees scheduled start time whenever possible (and in accordance with relevant collective bargaining provisions)
c. Provide the following information:
i. The time and date of the call and the shift for which they are calling in sick
ii. The general reason for the absence (i.e. illness, family members illness, etc.)
iii. Expected date and time of return to work; and
iv. Phone number and best time for the manager to call the employee back, should the manager need to contact the employee,
2. When an employee leaves a call back number, the manager may elect not to call the employee back when in their judgment, the absence does not warrant a call back. Call backs are for the purpose of verifying lengths of absences, offers of assistance and other similar information to aid managers in planning appropriate staffing levels.
Expectations of managers:
1. Inform employees of the call in process and answer any questions they may have
2. Provide the telephone number to which employees will be calling to report their absence
3. Answer the established phone line on a regular basis
4. When an employee reports an absence (from NCAL Attendance Management Guidelines section C-5)
a. Establish estimated return to work
b. Keep a record of the discussion in your anecdotal file and note the absence on any formal monitoring tools utilized
c. Refrain from discussing reason for absence but make note of relevant information the employee voluntarily shares
d. Ask the employee to bring in a Work Status Form if you have reasonable belief that the absence is questionable.
e. Advise the employee of procedures to be followed if the absence may qualify for protected time, i.e. Family Medical Leave Act (FMLA)
5. The manager will speak with those employees with ongoing attendance problems upon his/her return to assess the circumstances, and if warranted take appropriate action in accordance with the Attendance Management Guidelines. (Union represented employees – in accordance with the provisions of their respective collective bargaining agreements.)
Accountability
It is critical to our mission of providing superior healthcare to our members that employees and managers work together to manage attendance. Therefore, impacted employees and their managers who do not follow the established expectations of the live call in process may be subject to disciplinary action or the corrective action/issue resolution process.
So here are the things I need explained to me. First of all, “The live call in process is designed to work in conjunction with other efforts to improve attendance. Together, these efforts will help ensure a superior healthcare experience for our members.” This tells me we have a significant problem with attendance, but also that it is taking it’s toll in the Medical Centers. I do not work in a Medical Center. I work in the Facility Management office of a high rise building seven miles from the nearest hospital. I never see, talk to or touch, a member (except for all the ones that work in my building and none of them in a medical capacity.) Even if I had a problem with excessive absences, it wouldn’t impact the members. More importantly, this tells me we have a problem with morale, in that setting, that our “Senior Leadership”, as they like to be called, can’t seem to identify.
“Having employees speak with or call in to a manger/supervisor creates an interaction where employees are supported to stay home when they are sick…” First, I don’t need support for that and secondly that’s my business. “…and find alternatives to calling out when they’re not.” Again, this is my business and no one else’s. “If conditions other than illness(es) exist, alternative options can be explored such as coming in later in the shift so as not to miss the entire shift or other potential work accommodations.” If conditions other than illness exist, they’re still my business to deal with as I see fit. If my employer feels that I have excessive absences, they have the right to track them and give me a warning about it and ultimately if it’s effecting my work or productivity then they must deal with that. But this is a separate issue from an across the board mandate about how to use ones sick time.
“This can help employees maximize the use of their sick leave benefits and minimize impact to operations.” The argument against this is right there in their own words, “use of their sick leave”. This document applies to our union employees who are granted sick leave, and vacation days separately. Their sick days are for calling in sick. Unexpectedly, needing to take a day off. Calling in for something they didn’t have the ability to plan in advance and take a vacation day for. It also applies to those of us who are non-union who are granted Paid Time Off (PTO) days each month which are to cover all forms of absences, sick and vacation days alike. Neither group is granted “personal days” which means that if there is a personal issue that must be dealt with it must come from one of the time off categories they do have, and The Company that Created the HMO does not really have the right to tell us how or when we can or can’t handle these personal issues.
This first paragraph of the “Guidelines” clearly implies that our managers are to take it upon themselves to determine if our reasons for being out are justified and acceptable or if they think we should arrange our time differently than we have, yet Douche Bag in discussing these “guidelines” insists that it does not mean that, and that the only thing that’s changed is that we have to speak to him directly and not just leave a voice mail. “If anything this means more work for me, not you. You just have to call and do the same thing you’ve been doing, only talking to me.” The problem with this theory is that DB is notorious for not telling the rest of the staff that an employee is not going to be in that day until noon, by which time it’s become clear to the rest of us that the person will not be in.
The list of expectations of the employee states that we should give a “general reason” for the absence. This makes perfect sense, except that it is a contradiction to the first paragraph that clearly suggests that the manager will determine whether the absence is acceptable to his standard.
Here’s one of my favorites, “2. When an employee leaves a call back number, the manager may elect not to call the employee back when in their judgment, the absence does not warrant a call back. Call backs are for the purpose of verifying lengths of absences, offers of assistance and other similar information to aid managers in planning appropriate staffing levels.” I’m pretty sure if this document had been given to me in soft copy and I’d highlighted that paragraph it would have included something along the lines of “So we can check up on you and make sure that you really are sick and staying home taking care of your self and not taking the day off to take your children to Disneyland, or take your car to the mechanic or have a vasectomy that you didn’t want to discuss with your boss or some other such nonsense.
I’m fairly certain we were not intended to see this document that we were given. It seems clear to me that The Company that Invited the HMO would have preferred that we not see the “Expectations of Managers.” “b. Keep a record of the discussion in your anecdotal file…” “c. Refrain from discussing reason for absence but make note of relevant information the employee voluntarily shares.” Might as well read, “Make subjective judgments about the validity of the employees reason for being absent without gathering any reliable information from the employee first. Do not blatantly violate the employees rights but do it secretively and as subversively as you possibly can, so as to avoid any culpability should legal action ensue.”
Country Dumbkin, in her infinite “wisdom” piped up during the Tuesday Morning Torture Session that this was unreasonable. “What’s the point? They think we’re going to be afraid to talk to you and so we won’t call in sick?” Bingo! And if the Village idiot picked up on this…?
Don’t misunderstand me. It’s not that I have a problem with talking to my boss when I call in sick. No, I don’t want to, because he’s a putz and I’d rather just state my plans than have any sense that I have to justify myself, but I can do it without a problem. Traditionally, I use voice mail so that I can leave one message for everyone in the office without having to make multiple calls.
What I resent is the implicit sense of being reprimanded. There is clearly a problem that needs to be dealt with but that problem is not how I go about calling in sick. It also seems clear to me that the real motivation behind this has nothing to do with how we call in sick but rather to try and prevent us from doing so. The real motivation is to try and force us to disclose what we’re doing with our personal time so that our management can decide whether or not they feel that the reason for the absence is justifiable.
I think the part I resent the most is that we (the staff) discussed in the Tuesday Morning Torture Session that this is nothing more than an intimidation tactic and Douche Bag insisted that it was not. He actually said, “Well, let me put a positive spin on this…”
We sat and looked at him, waiting for the “positive spin” and after nearly ten seconds I said, “Too late. If you have to think that hard to come up with positive spin, then I don’t believe you anyway.”
Upon further consideration and discussion with Unsvelt Girl Who Runs I’m not entirely convinced that this document is legitimate. I’m not inclined to think that Douche Bag is lying to us, at least not knowingly, but it’s hard for me to believe this is a legitimate document. The Company That Created The HMO is fond of sending out mass, Corporate Communication and I’ve read a lot of it. This document doesn’t read like the majority of those documents. Furthermore, there is a specifically formatted, document template that the company uses for all Policies & Procedures/HR Guidelines, and this document does not match them. You will, of course, have to take my word for it because the recreation above doesn’t look anything like the document I received, let alone matching the template to which I’m referring.
Their are two working theories in place:
Theory A: Douche Bag, who is decidedly passive aggressive (occasionally rather aggressively so) has issues with how things have been going but doesn’t have the balls to deal with it directly. The flaw in this theory is that this document was, without a doubt, not written by Douche Bag himself. When the document was discussed and he mentioned the part where it discusses alternative accommodations, our Financial Analyst piped up and said, “Is telecommuting considered an alternative accommodation?”
I looked over at her and said, “Considering you’re the only one in the department who has that option?”
She didn’t respond verbally but it was clear from her expression that she didn’t appreciate the comment. I do not care because it needed to be pointed out and there is a considerable amount of inequality going on in my department. I don’t expect it’s going to change, and in fact I’m pretty sure it’ll get worse, but I feel like someone has to make sure it doesn’t go unnoticed. If I’m the only one who will carry that torch, then so be it.
Later when Douche Bag couldn’t “put a positive spin on it” and I called him on it Financial Analyst, who had otherwise been fairly quiet about the whole thing (the only one in the meeting who was) said, “We’ve talked this to death. Let’s move on.” One could argue that her tone was somewhat defensive. Perhaps it was, or perhaps Unsvelt Girl and I are reading into it to support the following theory.
As we discussed the idea that this was possibly not what it was presented to us to be, she brought up the possibility that perhaps Financial Analyst wrote it for Douche Bag. I have never had a reason to read anything that Financial Analyst has composed so I don’t know how likely this theory is. If it’s true though, it is rather strange. One has to wonder what could possibly be the motivation behind it all.
Theory B: Douche Bag‘s boss is somehow behind the whole thing and his incompetent Adminary, who Unsvelt Girl and I, not so affectionately refer to as Tri-dub or Wicked Witch of the West (because she’s in the other building which is west of ours) was the actual author. It reads like someone who is rather ignorant and thinks more highly of their intellect and abilities than is justified, wrote it. Since that is an excellent description of Tri-dub it would not be so far fetched to believe that she authored the document. It is also not so far fetched to believe that Douche Bag‘s boss is behind the concept of the document. It is, however, difficult to believe that he would use deception in such a manner as to suggest that this is a regional policy if it isn’t.
What is really going on, I do not know. What I do feel confident of, however, is that there is much more than meets the eye and I’m really grown tired of all the games and half truths that I’m dealing with. I desperately need to find new employment, but I’m afraid that with the economy in it’s current state, and unemployment numbers being what they are, finding new employment isn’t likely to happen any time soon. Sigh!
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His Tragedy Gives Me Hope
I know this guy. A really wonderful guy. He’s kind and compassionate. I’ve never seen him angry. Of course he is a vendor with whom I interact in a professional capacity, but I feel as though, I’ve known him and worked with him long enough that he’s more than just a vendor to me. He is a friend and as a friend seeing him angry wouldn’t be completely unreasonable. Yet it doesn’t happen. He’s always positive and upbeat. He’s always encouraging and supportive. He’s diplomatic and charismatic. He’s always very peaceful and I really enjoy dealing with him.
You might wonder why this seems so incredible to me. Why is it so noteworthy? You see, my friend has every right and reason to be completely messed up. No one could blame him if he was a miserable, unlikeable, pitiful excuse for a man. He suffered greatly in his early days, both due to his environment and directly at his father’s hands. And later when the world learned of his experience, no one could have faulted him for having been affected by it.
You see, my friend isn’t just any man. He isn’t just any formerly abused child. He’s the son of a psychopath. My friend’s father was a very disturbed, evil man, who manipulated hundreds of people and is directly responsible for one of the most infamous and horrific mass murders of my lifetime. My friend is the only living biological son of The Reverend Jim Jones and his wife Marceline.
With a name as generic as Jones, you’d never imagine that my friend could possibly be the son of such a sick individual. I’m only aware of it because a former co-worker, big on over-sharing, told me about my friends history one day several years ago around this time. Yesterday was anniversary of the massacre that took the lives of over nine hundred members of “The Peoples Temple.” If you don’t know the story, You can find out a little bit here and here. I’m not going to recount it in this forum. The truth is, I wouldn’t have known anything about it if it weren’t for my mouthy co-worker, but as a person who is fascinated with disaster and destruction I couldn’t help but do some research afterward. Like most people I’d heard the various catch phrases about “the Kool-Aid” (which it was not) but I didn’t know the story, and never before that day was it so personal.
Thirty years ago this week, the disaster took place. The things I’ve read, and the television shows I’ve seen about the event are chilling to say the least. I can only imagine what it must have been like in the days and weeks after the mass murder for my friend, (I can’t call what happened suicide.) Knowing that he had survived this tragedy when so many innocent people died at his father’s proverbial hand, I can only imagine the survivor’s guilt that he must have suffered. Likewise, I can only imagine the years of therapy it must have taken for him to become the man he is today.
In preparing to write this post today, I did a little internet search for information and I came upon a story about my friend and his appearance in, but disinterest in watching, a documentary type special, a couple years ago, about the Jonestown Massacre. While I have read stories in the past about my friends life, I happened across this and was, nonetheless surprised:
The younger Jones concedes he went through hell and back trying to come to terms with his ordeal. “I’ve finally found a little peace.”
That peace wasn’t in place at Jonestown. “Then I was always enraged with my father, and I showed it openly,” he says.
“There were even times when we squared off in front of everybody at the Temple, with guns pointed at each others heads,” Jones says.
“But did I help anything? No, I really think I made it worse. I increased the fear and dread in the community. My rebellion was all about making him look wrong. There was little about standing up for the people in the community. I could no longer rationalize the sickness and the wrong of what he was doing, yet I rebelled from the safety of royalty.”
“…with guns pointed at each others heads.”
It’s hard for me to imagine my friend holding a gun, let alone, pointing it someone’s head. Especially at his own father’s head. How tragic in it’s own right that such a thing should happen. I’ve never discussed my friend’s father with him. Part of me would very much like to. I have many questions that go unanswered, but I just can’t help feeling like, perhaps he doesn’t want to talk about him. Perhaps, he shares his story and does his interviews with news outlets out of some sense of obligation or responsibility but doesn’t desire to talk about it with people with whom he has a personal relationship. I can imagine he’s got some incredible, exciting stories to tell. If it weren’t such a tragic and disturbing true story, I would very much like to hear (or read) them. But they’re surely not incredible, exciting stories to him. They are the stuff of his tumultuous early years which is very likely better left buried.
Often, I have thought about what it must have been like for my friend, to grow up in such an environment. I know, from reading my friends own writings on-line, that Jim Jones was a very disturbed and often violent father. I know that he was addicted to drugs and carried on in a sexual manner, not appropriate for a father or a husband, and certainly not for a Pastor. I know that my friend had a miserable childhood that included, among other things, multiple attempts at suicide by over-dosing on his father’s drugs. I think about these things and I think, “Man! What am I moping about? My life was a walk in a park compared to that.” And then I found this.
The other night, I watched the MSNBC special presentation, Witness to Jonestown. I wish I could remember more specifics, but as I was watching this show and my mind was drifting on and off of what I was seeing and hearing, I was suddenly snapped back to the reality of the show when I heard a woman say, “You weren’t allowed to disagree. You weren’t allowed to have a different opinion.” I have expressed that very sentiment, almost word for word many times, in reference to growing up in Vengeful Mother‘s home. And today I read the brief article “A cult is like abusive relationships… You are trapped like a caged animal.” The interview with Deborah Layton, a survivor of Jonestown, read, in a lot of ways, like a description of my own childhood as I was being raised by VM:
“…plays on people’s insecurities and gives them a sense of order in the world…
“You find a niche… where everything is black and white, where this way is good and the other way is bad.”
The logical consequence of this thinking, however, is that any deviation from the cult leader’s [Vengeful Mother‘s] thinking is automatically condemned. Members’ individuality is suppressed and subject to fear and suspicion… “It’s an abusive relationship…you can’t extricate yourself without hurting yourself or your family. You are like a caged animal.”
There is a frightening and painful similarity between the way Vengeful Mother controlled me (and in many ways, still does) and how someone like Jim Jones controls the members of his Cult.
Come to think of it, my amazement at my friends ability to heal from his tragic early days also gives me hope for my own future. Encouragement that I can and will find peace in my own life without the bonds of my previous existence holding me down, preventing me from finding a place in this world where I can fit in and be happy, healthy and whole.
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Theraputic Mistery
Therapy was tough tonight. There was a moment that kinda slipped by me until after it was all over.
Insightful Therapist and I briefly discussed, at the end of the session, the fact that I had been honest with the Match Support Specialist (MSS) at Big Brother’s and Big sisters, on Thursday, about the fact that I’m gay. IT asked me if that felt significant to me, to have “come out” and been so honest with the Specialist about something that is so intensely difficult for me. I said that it did not, because much to my surprise it wasn’t nearly as difficult for me as I thought it would be.
It was a little difficult to say, but far less so than what I had anticipated. The MSS asked me about my relationship with my family and in particular my parents. Describing my relationship with Dead Beat Dad was easy. I pretty much don’t have one. I’d like to. And I am sort of working on it, but for the most part it’s just too difficult. Vengeful Mother on the other hand is a little more difficult to explain. I just told the MSS that my relationship with VM is strained, that I wish it wasn’t and it’s a work in progress, but that VM is very emphatic about her Christian beliefs and that she and I have some conflicts of interest, namely that I’m gay and VM wouldn’t be OK with it if she knew. I informed the MSS that my family is not yet aware of this.
What I was expressing to Insightful Therapist, though possibly not completely clearly, was that despite my expectations, it didn’t feel like such a big deal to tell the MSS that I’m gay. IT was asking me if that felt like a significant experience to me and I said, “No.” But what I was saying was, “No. It didn’t feel terribly significant to tell the MSS about my sexuality.”
As I was leaving the waiting area of Insightful Therapist‘s office, it suddenly dawned on me. She wasn’t asking me if it felt significant to tell a virtual stranger about my sexuality. She was asking me if it felt significant to me, that it didn’t feel significant to tell a virtual stranger about my sexuality. My answer to that question is, “Yes! That’s huge!”
There was a lot more to our session tonight. I’d hate to suggest that I’ve got it all worked out and narrowed down to a handful of factors, just to be wrong, but it seems to me that I’ve stumbled upon something. It’s my fear that’s holding me back. I am, truthfully, and shamefully, terrified of taking any steps that might move me forward.
I’m terrified of going to AA meetings, or Coming Out Support Groups. I felt sick to my stomach and like I might pass out when I was seriously considering the possibility of volunteering with the HRC. It’s not that I don’t think I can do anything with them. I know I can. But there are people there. People that I don’t know. And when I began to imagine what might come next after filling out the volunteer form, I was in agony… sick to my stomach… light headed. I felt like I might just faint, right here in my chair whilst I considered such an absurd thing.
I’ve had so many experiences of rejection by people in randomly public situations that I don’t really feel comfortable taking the risk any more. It’s easy for Insightful Therapist to nod her head and say, “That must have been so painful.” But it’s so much more than painful. It’s debilitating to think of taking the risk again. To consider putting myself out there for such treatment to be issued, because what IT doesn’t convey that she understands is that it will happen again. Maybe not on such a grand scale. Maybe not in such an oppressive manor, but it will happen again. And it will happen every time I put myself out there. For every person who will treat me with a modicum of respect, there will be fifteen who will treat me like so much dog doo on the sole of their shoe. Like I’m something to be dealt with and forgotten about. I just want to be welcomed, treated with respect and dignity and love, just for being who I am. To be treated like I’m Somebody’s Somebody, but I can’t shake the fact that, no matter where I go or what I do, There will always seem to be a majority who does not like me.
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Two Is Better Than One
My latest foray into sobriety was pretty short lived. Not that it was very whole-hearted. Or even particularly necessary really. But I had decided to take a little break from the drinkin’ for a bit. Certainly only for a little bit anyway, as the holidays are coming up and between celebrating and trying to forget there was bound to be some inbibation taking place.
Anyway, I was down to my last couple bottles of wine in the rack and I just decided to not buy more when that was gone and take a little break from things. The final bottle was finished off on Saturday and that was to be the end of that for a while. I thought maybe, I’d only drink a single drink when I was out for dinner, or at a friends (Read: Green M&M‘s since I don’t have any other friends that I socialize with.) Otherwise I’d just not drink. For some reason, voicing this decision to another living soul is a little too intimidating for my taste. So when it was decided that Green M&M was going to come over for our weekly/bi-weekly Dancing With The Stars viewing party I mentioned to her that I didn’t have any wine. She was going to bring a bottle from home but it wasn’t going to be cold because this conversation took place after she’d already left for work. Upon further discussion however, it was suggested that she should bring dinner with her from our favorite Tacqueria, Tacqueria Cancun in Berkeley, CA. They make really excellent Mexican food and sell it out of a restaurant in a really terrible location.
See, I hate Berkeley to begin with. It’s crouded and poorly laid out. Getting anywhere in Berkeley, in my opinion, is far more difficult than is worth whatever you may be going there for. Because of this, I do not go to Berkeley any more than I absolutely have to (which is actually ever Tuesday night since that’s where Insightful Therapist‘s office is. Fortunately she’s just on the edge of town and getting there and back isn’t too much of a nightmare.) Green on the other hand grew up in Berkeley, and thinks nothing of the chaos that surounds the burg.
Since Green would be going through Berkeley to get dinner, she’d be that much later getting to my house, which was understood and perfectly ok with me, but then she suggested, “While I’m doing that, you could go to the store and buy a cold bottle of wine.” I don’t think she really appreciated the humor in that statement. “…buy A bottle of wine”? Just one? Really? Funny, funny girl! Why buy one, when you can buy eight? The wine in question is comparable in price and quality to Two Buck Chuck so it wasn’t a tremendous expenditure.
I went to the local grocery, (real name Lucky, but I insist upon continuing to call it Albertson’s, because Albertson’s has always been the superior brand and I do not like that they reverted all Northern California stores back to the Lucky brand) to purchase the aforementioned vino and then headed home, with just about an hour to chill the wine and clean house enough to make things presentable for the delicate sensibilities of the fairer sex. When I arrived home I immediately put one bottle in the freezer, and two bottles in the fridge, ostensibly so that it would be cold the next time I wanted wine.
The bottle in the freezer was split down the middle with dinner and we each had our share. A while back I took to adding diet lemon-lime soda to my wine – a spritzer if, you will. It was entended to cut the wine and have it go farther but instead it has just made it easier to drink faster. Anyway, I opened the second bottle after I finished eating my burrito (Carne Asada, if you must know.) By the time I turned off the TV to go to bed a little before midnight, I had finished off the second bottle.
This doesn’t actually, really concern me all that much. I mean, it’s not like I “tried” not to drink it and couldn’t help myself. I just didn’t give it much thought. And I wasn’t drunk when I finished it. It takes a lot more than a bottle and a half of wine to get me drunk. And I didn’t have a hang over when I got up this morning. Yes, I over slept, and yes I was late for work but that’s because I was up until after mindnight, and because I slept so badly over the week-end. (I oversleep and am late for work on an almost daily basis, so today is nothing special.)
Maybe I’ll take another break from “the bottle” after these remaining six are gone. Or maybe I’ll just throw in the towel until January and then give it another shot after the torture of the holidays has blown over…
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Ding Dong
I’ve just come from the men’s room where I was poised to take care of some personal business. If you’ve read my list of Random Facts then you know that I tend toward a bit of a stage fright issue, so you can imagine my predicament when I’m standing in front of the urinal, shmeckle in hand on the verge of release and I hear the toilet in the stall immediately behind me flush and almost at the same instant the stall door opened. Despite my discomfort, I’m sure you’ll be very relieved to to know that I was, well… very relieved.
So there I stand, unit in hand and my men’s room cohabiter at the sink when I hear a door bell. Bear in mine I’m in the men’s room. (Heh heh, “bare.”) In an office building. On the 23rd floor. There should be no door bell’s ringing here. The tile walls behind the urinals are surprisingly shiny, which is simultaneously amusing and unexpected. It’s also a little disappointing, because despite their shine, you can’t really see anything good. But I could see the world behind me in the shine. I looked up to see a handsome young man, four inches shorter than myself, wearing jeans and a t-shirt and a fluorescent orange “The Company That Created The HMO construction services” vest. He’s standing at the sink and scurrying to get his hands washed and rinsed so he can answer what I then realize is his ringing cell phone.
“I’ve never heard a door-bell in a bathroom before,” I said.
He laughed and told me that it’s the only way that it get’s his attention, otherwise it just rings and he doesn’t notice it.
As he was walking out of the restroom I was reminded of another incident that took place in that very same spot more than a year ago. There I stood with my pants open, hose nozzle on full blast, if ya know what I mean, when out of the corner of my eye, I see the door open and a familiar figure walking in. Vickie A. took six steps into the men’s room before she realized that the figure she saw before her, one that she too recognized, did not belong in her restroom. I couldn’t help but laugh and having grown up in a house with Vengeful Mother and CPA Sister and only one bathroom, I wasn’t bothered by her presence. There was, after all a wall between her eyes and my accoutrement. Poor Vicki was so flummoxed that she just stood there for a minute looking at me and babbling about how it’s true what they say about how we stand while we’re doing our business, before she finally turned around and sprinted out the door.
She continued to work on the same floor as I do for another year after that. I suppose a kind and benevolent person would have let her live this down.
Unfortunately for Vickie, I am neither kind, nor benevolent.
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