Last Sunday night, I woke at midnight, my guts aching and on fire. I was up the rest of the night, trying to maintain the status quo (how’s that for delicate?). I didn’t fall back asleep until dawn. Exhausted, I called in sick for the first time–on a Monday, and after a holiday, no less, which is verboten. Monday is the busiest day, but I was in no shape to make calls and sound friendly.
CG showed up, I was told. That made me feel better. I don’t like letting people down. It’s one of my quirks.
She’s been there every day this week, but once I was back, she slacked off badly. Thursday, for instance, she spent an hour filing her nails and not working. Then she asked the Boss if she could call a friend in emotional distress; she spent an hour and a half in the back room with the door shut while Church Lady and I answered phones and worked.
I bitched to AJ, who said I should tell the boss how little CG is actually doing. The problem is, Boss treats CG as her daughter, cutting her far more slack than she does others in the office. Saying anything will only boomerang on me.
So AJ suggested I confront CG, telling her everyone is sick of her not doing her job, but CG would just agree she’s fucking up and has a lousy work ethic (she’s admitted it before) and how can you answer that?
So Church Lady, Bill, and I are kind of stuck with this shit. We can mutter to ourselves and each other all we like, but nothing’s gonna change.
I told you the scooter came over from Wisconsin, right? I’ve been riding it to work the last couple of weeks when the weather was fine, and guess who’s riding with me?
Yup, I decided she had to learn, so after returning from work one day, I put her in a backpack I wore across my chest and took her for a little spin around the neighborhood. She settled right in, her little head sticking out the top of the backpack, sniffing the air, curious about what was going on.
The next morning, she went with me to work. She was calm, quiet, and quite wonderful.
She’s traveled with me every nice day since. One morning, I had to stop at the store to get something for lunch because I left home in such a hurry, I forgot mine in the fridge. I couldn’t leave her out on the scooter; someone would have grabbed her. So I took her inside with me, in the backpack. I was in and out in five minutes. No one said a word, not in the store anyway.
Outside in the parking lot, Suki got a lot of attention. Little old ladies love her. 🙂 They wanted to take pictures of her on the scooter. We posed.
I continue to be amazed at how readily she took to riding, wind in her face, cars and trucks rushing by. Dogs are amazing. This dog is incredible. I love her. I’m humbled by her trust in me, believing without doubt I will protect her from all bad things. She didn’t even hold it against me when I accidentally stepped on her at work today. ;/