You know, in Georgia (the progressive square foot of it, anyhow) it’s not the liking boys that’ll get you in trouble. It’s the not resenting a girl who’s your boss.
Off topic, isn’t it about time for another swampbear birthday, or did I miss it, or do geezers do everything more slowly, including aging? I know I’m a year older, in a bigger house with a heavier mortgage, and with kids who are beginning to suspect that I don’t know everything any more, and possibly never did. It’s tough, because I’m just the same as always – the damn world started changing on me. Happy birthday anyway, early or late, and a hundred (or a hundred and one) more to come.
Back on topic. I once worked with a man named Hiram, a night janitor, who wouldn’t speak to anyone in the whole company except me (just lucky, thanks), and I was not his boss. Eventually he refused to accept, or even touch, his paychecks, and it fell to me to cash them for him (this was twenty years ago, involving a bank that knew both of us) and give him the money. I was always pretty sure he never counted it, but once he tried to give “back” money he thought I had slipped into the envelope, because he didn’t know or believe he had gotten a raise (we got a new boss one year, and I managed to engage her – yeah, this was in Georgia, too – sympathy on his behalf before she met him). Anyway, eventually he sort of disappeared, and I heard that his family, who may or may not have had some money, reclaimed him (he was probably in his mid-to-late thirties at the time), but I didn’t know and didn’t care enough to find out. For not showing up for work, he got fired, which was unnecessary, and I remember there was someone who asked the boss to process the severance as a resignation and write a sham letter asking him to come back, though there was no chance of it. I don’t know whether it was a family member, a social worker, or just some random person who was a better friend to him than I was. Never really knew him, never really liked him, never really able to quit thinking about him, his unearned trust, and the grace of God. He was a very good janitor.