What Was That About?

Yesterday was my appointment with Assistant Manager to get recertified.

We got her done, but the process was exhausting.

Assistant Manager is fairly new, here about six months I’d say, and she seemed terribly slow and had trouble seeing – which she attributed to her eyes bothering her.

I commented that I see she’s wearing mascara with eyeliner around the rims. That I had stopped wearing eye makeup some time ago, as it irritated my eyes.

Surprisingly, she agreed with that assessment. Even pulled the lower lid down so I could see how she’d heavily placed black eyeliner precariously close to the eyes.

So, anyway, with her handling the process, it took 45 minutes to complete the paperwork, whereas it has previously taken me no more than 10 minutes, because I always provided the appropriate paperwork, all that needed doing was inputting data from the paperwork into a form on the computer and, prest-o change-o, the totals appear.

This time, in addition to the computerized data, I was required to input by hand those same totals into a printed form, sign under penalty of perjury.

When all was said and done, the numbers indicated I’m still sufficiently poor enough to keep living here, and I was EXHAUSTED.

No sooner than I was back in my unit, thinking about changing into something comfortable so I could veg out, I get a call asking me to return to the office – that she’d failed to get my signature on a document, could I return and sign.

I drag myself back to her office, sit down, ask "What did we miss?"

She looked surprised at seeing me there, like why are you here?

"You said you needed my signature on a document".

"We already completed your recertification", says she.

"Yes, I know".

"What’s your unit number?"

I say Nxx and she begins to look at and through documents now spread all over her desk and say, "Oh, I meant to call Hxx".

"You called the wrong person?"

"Yes, I think I did" and apologized profusively.

Perhaps the fact that the process, under her workmanship, is taking so long and she’s slow/confused/disorganized, is why we’re being asked to recertify so early.

At any rate, it’s over and done with until next year; and I’m crossing my fingers that, with so many different documents spread across her desk that, in her confusion, she doesn’t lose my recertification paperwork or misfile it.

Speaking of prest-o change-o, returning to my unit, changing into loungewear, it occurred to me that I change what I’m wearing an awful lot during the day.

If I’m indoors all day, I’m just changing from sleepwear to loungewear after bathing in the morning.

However, if I leave the unit for any reason, I change from loungewear to outside wear.

Then, when I return, not wanting to mess up my outside wear, I change back into loungewear.

Then, if I decide to head outside to put in walking miles, I change into workout gear, change back into loungewear when I return.

Lastly, at end of day, I change into sleepwear.

That’s anywhere from 1 to 6 changes a day.

Begs the question …. Is that excessive?

How often do you change your clothing during the day?

The night before (Tuesday), I got a telephone call from Talker asking if I’d seen the sign-up sheet in the office for the Thanksgiving Dinner.

I say "no", I'd not looked for it because I’m not planning to go, can’t eat anything. That I’ll be setting up Christmas decorations that day.

I hear another voice in the background saying something to me, ask who it is. It’s Painted Rock Lady. Talker is calling from PRL’s unit and, evidently, something was said that prompted their calling me.

After I say "no", the conversation turns to praising me …. That I do such a good job with the flyers/the facebook page, that I do "a lot".

Damn right I do, but I do it because I can and find it enjoyable. It feels good to be of service behind the scenes, in a detached manner; and gives me opportunities to express my creativity.

So, anyway, I accept the praise and began pondering …. What was that about?

Still pondering the call and praise this morning, I’m thinking maybe there is something about the sign-up sheet management has posted that they don't like, made the two think of me. So, when I head out for errands this morning, I’ll detour through the Community Room to get a gander at it.

In other news, I woke up this morning to a Public Service Announcement produced by granddaughter and grandson in law, promoting the book written by Great Granddaughter I never knew I had.

Motley dysfunction crew that we are, it pleases me to no end that they are there for each other.