sweet baby james.
appointment
today, i had an awful “meet and greet”
with my new boss.
i felt compelled, wow,
so many times to justify myself–
wanted to assure her that
i was a bad interview, but a good employee–
to let her know that the whole thing
was humorously similar to that line:
i’m a bad first date,
but a great third date.
maybe a little wink there at the end
if i wasn’t able to control it.
fact: in a traditional business office setting,
all doctors wash their hands
after using the restroom,
but not as thoroughly as you’d think.
as i’m about to leave,
i see my boss go into her office,
lock the door, and start crying.
it’s as offputting as it is moving.
she says she cries for no reason,
and i think i understand her.
tomorrow, i’m not coming in
because of a doctor’s appointment,
and i’ve made up my mind that
when i get to the hospital,
if i don’t feel like waiting in the waiting room,
i’m just going to wait outside,
and they can come find me
when they’re ready for me.