Today was my first day back at work after the incident where a huge metal filing cabinet the size of a supermarket aisle, fell on my shoulder.
I had time to think while I was off and doped up on painkillers. First thing I though of was…
How self involved do you have to be not to notice any of the following.
• Your boyfriend cheating on you for 3 years.
• That funny noise my shower was making
• That you’re tasking a satellite which is over Australia for a mission in Germany
• Who Justin Beiber is and why people give a crap.
• And a big metal box (of a hard to ignore size) filled with paper falling on you.
I rest my case.
The second thing I thought of was that I am lucky to be alive. (Specifically involving Sunday night but also more generally, given where I work.)
The third thing I thought of was that I think the word Codeine sounds like the name of a country music star. (Hmm that thought may have been drug addled.)
…..”Please welcome to the stage Miss Codeine Brown!”
I also wondered, why did I get 3 days off for a dislocated shoulder when Katie (our resident smoking hot super spy) didn’t even miss a day after being shot? Although I decided not to bring that up with anyone in case they were all like “You’re right, get back to work and no sick pay for you and also you’re fired.”
Anyway, I had a lot of thoughts some of them deep and soul searching and some, hmmm not so much. But what I have decided is this.
I like my work, I care about my work and the people in it and it is my privilege to work there. So while I may never be a super spy or save the world, I work side by side with people who do and am very determined not to let them down.
This decision my or may not be influenced by the 4 huge cakes that awaited me at work today. Michael, Katie, Stanley and Director Moore’s wife all made me cakes, how sweet is that. They were all like “too many cakes” and I was very much “No such thing…Nom.”
On a related not I discovered that Michael is pretty serious about cooking, explaining to Stanley why his drooped in the middle and he was totally able to tell what ingredients were in which cake. I like a man that can cook, but the only food stuff in my fridge is milk. (It is also home to a number of thrilling hardbacks a few tubs of face cream and a pair of shoes.)
Off to eat cake and watch pride and prejudice. Good day.