Last Tuesday, I was sitting in Starbucks, sipping my latte. Procrastinating getting on the train for my two hour commute.
I look at my phone, see updates of my friends who graduated from my undergrad university. Including Prince Player, who finished up his Master’s there! I congratulate everyone, and I had congratulated Prince Player already briefly, but decide to comment on him no longer being a barista. He is moving on to a different career.
The reason I was able to survive grad school was because of coffee. I had a Starbucks/Dunkin Donuts EVERY DAY. We would bond over this. He responds “How are you?”
Oh. He wants to talk to me! We haven’t talked in months so I’m amused.
I tell him I’m good. That I’m working now. And how amazing it is that he is officially a Master’s graduate. He tells me I will be one soon too.
And that is where the conversation ends.
And it’s strange. Because. The date we talked, marks exactly one year since the day we said goodbye.
Perhaps that’s why we finally talked.
I rub my eyes, careful not to mess up my eyeliner and mascara and get back to work when I hear someone call my name.
That day at work we have an emergency preparedness meeting. I presented on my Suicide and Addiction Prevention plan. My boss points out someone to me and tells me to go network with him. I find this person, and share more about my project. I show him the pamphlets and fact sheet I made. He takes a look at my pamphlet.
“Hm. You should change this” he says pointing to a sentence.
“Why?” I ask.
“Because I am a two time suicide survivor. And that is not true” he says.
My eyes widen. “Other than that. This is awesome. Thank you for bringing light about this topic”.
I smile. He walks away.
OH MY GOD!!! When my boss told me “You have to be thick skinned in this line of work” on my first day, I didn’t realize how thick skinned I had to be. I take a deep breath and fix my errors. Individuals like the one I spoke to are the ones I am trying to help, so I have to listen.
On my way home, I decide to take a Lyft instead of a bus to the train station because it is easier from our conference location. In the Lyft, I start rubbing my eyes because of terrible summer allergies, and I accidentally press cancel on the ride!
“Shaz. Did you hit cancel?” the Lyft driver asks.
“Umm. I don’t understand what happened. I think hit something” I say.
He sighs. “I don’t think I’m going to get paid, but we’re so close I will drop you off”
I thank him many times and call Lyft. I explain what happened and ask them to take money from my account and pay him. They thank me for being a good customer and agree they will.
When I finally reach home, I go to CVS to buy chocolate. I see Hershey’s Coconut Kisses are on sale. I grab those.
I walk up to the counter. “Ahh my loyal customer” the cashier says. This tells you how much I go there.
When I get into my apartment and bite into the kiss, I see the receipt. It looks pretty expensive for one item. THE KISSES WERE $5! Apparently, the sale was…buy ONE get ONE 50 PERCENT OFF. Nooooo.
And that isn’t the worst of it. I see a charge…for gummy bears. I did not buy any gummy bears. I call CVS. “Hi I got charged for an item I did not buy” I say. “Okay. Please bring in a bank statement” they say.
I raise my eyebrows. No. They can take my $2.50.
And then today. Today, I wake up early morning around 6 with excruciating knee pain. It is so horrible I can’t walk. But I know I have to be up in an hour for work. So I do everything in my power including placing heat on my knee and taking pain medications and lay down for a bit.
I contemplate calling in sick knowing my commute is two hours and I don’t know how I can walk. But the pain slowly fades with the heat. Still, I use all my energy to get up and ready. I am running late.
I have not heard from my boss in days. We have an important meeting today and I have no idea where it is.
Before I reach the train station, I call him. I ask him where the meeting is.
“Oh I’m still out of the office. So I won’t be at that meeting. So if you would like to work from home today, you can” he says.
My jaw drops. What would have happened if I took my two hour commute, arrived there, and he wasn’t there???
Well, at least I get to go back home and rest up my knee. Must have busted it while working out.
What a strange week.