A return to work and randomized bus schedules
I know I’m back to work when the “reset my PIN” calls begin. No big deal, but how come I’m not allowed to forget my PIN, or any of the dozens of passwords that a required to “operate”? It’s going to be a long winter. The people at the magazine and snack shop (halfway to work) didn’t forget me, so my vacation wasn’t quite long enough. That should be part of the metric. Vacation until you are forgotten AND the passwords have all expired. Then we’ll see if support is an adjective or a modal verb.
Back to basics. I brought enough fresh fruit and coffee to get me through a long day. My desk looked GREAT (because of the cleanup just before shutting down for time on the beach. When people asked how it went, I explained that I took my shoes off when I arrived and put them back on to leave. Hyperbole, barely. I hate when my feet are less tanned than my hands.
This was also the start of induction, at work. Dozens of new hires, filled with the optimism that keeps school fun. Or funny. After a while, the two are so related and relative. There was a time when I would have met them all; that time is past. Given my “best before” date, I probably won’t meet more than a representative sample (and they’ll be math teachers).
The bus ride home was interesting. With the seasonal change in schedules, someone also decided to randomize the map. I now have two departure points, and the penalty for choosing badly will be a minimum thirty minutes on the sideline (or bench, if it isn’t already taken).
