Which would I rather want to see:
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Humans landing on Mars.
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A cloned T-Rex.
Now I’m thinking about a cloned T-rex landing on Mars.
Now I’m thinking about what the plural of T-rex is. T-reges? T-rexes?
Now I’m thinking that I must have better things to do.
Sex.
My parents are probably going to die within the next year or two.
What will make me happy over the remaining ~35 years of my life?
My car crash from a month ago. I think about that damn near every day. So stupid and so lucky.
How much longer will I have to keep working before I retire?
Maybe I don’t have ~35 years left in my life (somebody has to bring the average down).
I should go for a walk; I’ve been sitting at my desk for hours.
<away I go>
Anything and everything to distract me from the fact that my twenty year old cat is dying and that she’ll have to be put down.
That the bottle of red wine I just opened is horrible and I don’t want to finish it, but… wasting wine is a sin.
And how I very badly want to quit my job, but the job offer I have is contingent on a gov’t award that won’t be awarded until November.
I don’t want to gossip at work, but I want to tell somebody…
I share a small office with my supervisor, and both of our shifts start at the same time, 8:00. This morning I was a few minutes late, but when I got to my office door, it was still shut and locked. My supervisor had called out sick Friday and Monday, but had texted me yesterday to say she would be back in today, so I just figured she must be running late due to not feeling well.
I got focused on my work and when someone came into the office looking for her around 8:45, I realized she still hadn’t arrived and she hadn’t sent me a text or email to say she was calling out sick again.
At 10:00, another coworker came into my office and when I said, “I don’t know where [supervisor] is – she hasn’t come in and she hasn’t called out,” their reply was, “Oh, she’s here, she’s just talking to [Boss] in her office.” No further info was volunteered, and that seemed deliberate, so I just said, “Oh…okay!” and changed the subject.
A few minutes later, Vice-Boss came into my office, pulled up a chair, and told me in grim, hushed tones that my supervisor was in but was temporarily going to be working in another office, and she was not to be disturbed by anyone. “If anyone comes looking for her or calls, send them to me or Boss. I’m sorry I can’t tell you more, but it’s private.” I asked for some clarification and learned “anyone” meant literally “anyone” (coworkers, patrons, random people) and that this would be the situation for the near future. At one point Vice-Boss said, “Just know we’ll get through this,” in an unusually serious tone. I asked if this had anything to do with me or something I had done (because why couldn’t she work in my office?), and she quickly reassured me it did not. I asked if I could communicate with her via email, and she said, “Sure! Sure!” Okay. Huh.
I haven’t emailed my supervisor yet because…I don’t know, I feel weird not knowing what’s going on and don’t want to disturb her. She hasn’t tried to contact me, either.
Then, just now, a policeman in uniform just opened my office door and said he was looking for my supervisor, and I sort of stuttered out that she was busy but that I was told anyone looking for her could go speak to Boss or Vice-Boss. He seemed to know I was going to say that, and when I asked, “Do you know where their offices are?” he confidently said yes, and then left.
So…like…what is going on?? Nothing like this has even happened at this place in all the years I’ve been here, and these measures don’t make sense to me. If something terrible has happened, I don’t want to pry OR have someone volunteer info that my supervisor doesn’t want anyone to know. I totally respect her privacy, and we do work in a gossip-heavy workplace, so I don’t want to talk to anyone else about this either.
But what could have happened, that the solution is not “go home” or “go to the hospital/police/shelter” but “stay at work but work in a different office and don’t interact with anyone except your bosses, indefinitely for the foreseeable future”?
Damn now I wanna know what happened too.
I promise, if I learn anything or there are any new developments, I will post them here ASAP!
I’m thinking about asking my step-brother who I haven’t spoken to in 35 years to write a letter for me.
He’s Deputy Director-Midwest District U.S. Department of Veterans Affairs.
It’s bedtime.
Right now I’m thinking that my brother died 3 years ago on Halloween and I didn’t even think about it Monday. Cuz I don’t care.
Update on the supervisor mystery: I met with my supervisor today and she told me everything. And I’m going to be annoying, myself, and say I don’t want to tell you any real details either because, in a nutshell, she is being stalked by someone who has threatened her and her child in person and who came to our workplace looking for her on the days she had called off sick.
So…well, now all my questions have been answered, I guess? 
So when you said that “someone came into the office looking for her around 8:45”, was that the stalker?
No, thank god, it was a woman she had scheduled a business meeting with.
All night I’ve been imagining what I would say to the stalker if they were to show up. I’ve settled on, “Please have a seat. Can I get you some water while you wait?” and then leaving to call the police.
Today it took everything I had just to get as far as the couch.
I’m thinking “what the fuck is BWFC?”
I’m thinking about writing systems, tagging, and semiotics, and their interesting relations to each other.