My new job as a Student Interventionist has been grand, and I especially love my flexible schedule. My principal has been super supportive in allowing me to "flex days" as needed. Last week I was able to flex a day in order to take Alison to her first day of school. I've finally settled into my new office, and I share the space with two other women. We're all separated by cubicles, and I must say that I have been enjoying my semi-privacy. The funny thing is that sometimes it's so quiet that we don't always know when another enters or exits the office. The other day I exited one door of the office, and then quickly reentered the other. I had forgotten something at my desk, and apparently one of my officemates (we'll refer to her as Birdie.....she reminds me of a flustered, windblown bird) didn't hear me, because she quickly picked up her phone and dialed. Click for larger view
From behind the cubicle I heard Birdie's breathy voice saying, "Helloooooo! *pause* I'm allll alone in the office right now....."
Oh geez! If she says, "What are you wearing, Big Boy?" I'm gonna puke!
Birdie: "If I hang up, I'll call you back......it just means that someone walked in the door....."
Me: Oh why me, oh why oh why?
Birdie: "Sooooo *breathy voice* what are you doing?"
Me: Oh FRICK! Okay, breathe. Quick. Think quick. What do I do? Cough? Open a desk drawer? Stomp my feet?
Birdie: "Me? I'm ---"
Me: COUGH! COUGH! COUGH! (sound of my drawer slamming shut!)
Birdie: "...............errr, can I call you back?"
So is the life of Leslie, Student Interventionist. I quickly fled the office, and took an early lunch. I don't think Birdie came out of her cubicle for hours. But that's okay because I couldn't look at her for the rest of the day.