Monday, September 30, 2013

I Can SIgh With A Little Help From My Friend

Operator, well could you help me make this call.
Our cell phones have crappy service and don't work at home.
I'll be sitting at the table,
With my best old ex-teaching friend Mabel.
Many tales to tell that can't be stated.

But isn't that the way they say it goes?
Well, let's forget all that,
And pick a place where me and Mabel can meet
So I can tell, just to show 'em I know what they're doin'
I've overcome the blow
I've learned to take it well
I only wish my words could just convince myself
That it's not a big deal
But that's not the way it feels.

Yeah. I'm missing my ex-teaching buddy, Mabel. She forsook me for a life of leisure. A permanent vacation. But here's the good news! I have some personal business that needs tending on Wednesday, and I'm going to see Mabel. In person! Where nobody can snoop electronically or aurally or intercept a letter or decode a blog post. Yessirree Bob! I have stories that will uncurl Mabel's hair! I'd better start making a list, lest I leave some out.

Yes. Mabel and I will be meeting for cocktails...enjoying a 12-course meal...having dinner and a show...sitting down to tea and crumpets...chatting over coffee...strapping on the old feedbag...grabbing a Starlight Mint out of a ripped bag...resting our rumps on a concrete picnic table in a local park on Wednesday morning to catch up on the goings-on of the workplace variety. If Mabel twists my arm, I might let her squeeze out a couple of sentences. I am heartily anticipating our reunion.

I have been sagging without my support system.


Sioux said...

Now, some Jim Croce? What musical legend next?

Yes, all of us teacher folk get paranoid at some point or another or all the time. Intercoms are left on, listening...Every computer keystroke is monitored...

Big Brother IS watching us...

Hillbilly Mom said...

One of these days, we're going to delve into the catalog of the esteemed Ms. Dolly Parton.

Oh! Oh! Mr. Kotteeeeer! We are supposed to leave our phones on "hands-free." That means anybody can listen at will. But it's supposed to be easier to make an announcement to everybody. Because, you know, we don't want to use that intercom system to make announcements, because we want that disembodied voice to come out of the phone, not the ceiling.

That computer keystroke monitoring is old news. That's gone on for years. Don't make Mrs. Hillbilly Mom no nevermind. She has barely enough time for work computing, so there's nothing to see there. Except that one year during my plan time on CyberMonday.

Kathy's Klothesline said...

So many things to say that can't be "out there", lest those words come back to bite your butt! I have decided to use my bad alter ego to make decisions here. I blatantly lied recently! I told a family of 8 adults wanting to live here in a 24' piece of crap trailer that we were under new management and I was not allowed to let older trailers come into the park. Wish I had thought of this years ago! Bad me makes those hard decisions and good me is forced to implement them. I am liking this ..... as Martha Stewart would say, it is a good thing!

Hillbilly Mom said...

People just can't take a joke these days. I remember when it was perfectly fine to make sarcastic jokes to your circle of friends. A great stress reliever.

Now somebody gets wind of a statement and it's like you're literally going to saw the horn off a unicorn because you're in a bad mood. So they call the Unicorn Rescue Society to warn them to get a restraining order, and check your personal computer for pictures of unicorns and hacksaws, and suspend you from work at The Unicorn Hatchery until you can present a certificate for 365 days of intensive unicorn appreciation counseling.