Subject: Just a brief note

The following is an e-mail Julia sent to Joy today, after speaking to me on the phone.


Dear Joy,

Hi.

I heard you were out for a few days. That is a good thing; you need a break :)

My schedule has had some bumps in it - I am aware that you know.
Could we sit down and discuss a progress report in how I am doing?
I am concerned about my inconsistency in serving Brookside Museum.

My concern is that I am not there on a consistent basis ~ when I say I am working from 2 - 4 pm - I often still take off time or I am late.

I am having an disorganization disrupt -
1. I can't find the sign up sheet when I can attend
2. The computer that I was using in the reception office is not available to type on because I think I messed with the copy on Ballston Spa Hotels.
3. I just need to catch up with you. Since the downstairs building has been changed I've lost communication with you.
4. I know I am only in there for 5 hours - 2-4:30 p.m. is that okay?
or do you think I need to change my hours? I don't know, what do you think?

Tuesdays are good because Becky is there.

I just don't know who to ask on Thursday for help. Is it Linda?

I love to work with all the staff there, but I don't know if I am bothering anyone when I interrupt them.

Thank you very much.
Julia S.
I just need some input.


I laughed out loud.

An Ovulation Celebration!

Julia was in rare form this week.

Though she was originally terrified of Normal Ed, this week he stirred up something else inside of her. I didn't witness her behavior toward him, but was told that she was kind of flirting with him on Tuesday (Bex? Wanna elaborate?). Soon after he left Brookside, she came to my office, seemingly high as a kite. After a few minutes of some very disjointed and confusing conversation, she informed me that she was ovulating.

During the next few minutes she also informed me that she'd seen her OBGYN that morning. When I reminded her that the electricians were still in the building and might hear her, she mentioned that being pregnant at 45 would be quite a challenge.

I'm leaving so much out; the conversation was really all over the place and wasn't just focused on her reproductive cycle. Several days after this conversation, I'm still getting a headache just trying to piece it back together!

Helpless

Yesterday "Foggy" asked me where her mouse is...as though I should know. She was sitting at her usual seat in front of the computer. The mouse had moved about eight inches to the left. After I said, "Let's look around," she found it all by herself. It was the beginning of a very non-productive day for "Helpless," and as a result for me too.

The Jules

For the record: JulIE is the meek creature who types. JulIA is the unmarried, childless, jobless female who feels overwhelmed with her responsibilities. I think we should rename them for the blog... any suggestions?

Moving on... Julia was completely whacked today. She really struggled with her task of putting letters in the appropriate envelopes. That aside, she gave me a lecture on how one should use one's brain (don't let it get idle), told me she felt abandoned when I went outside with a patron, and on her way out, stated that she was glad we "cleared things up." Truly, I don't even know what the heck she is talking about most of the time.

Ed

Strangely enough -- and I could be proven wrong at some point -- Ed is normal.

What....? You don't think this is blogworthy?

Afraid of men?

Today Julia came in and informed me that she couldn't do her work because she had been using the computer in the volunteer room to type a paper from a binder and now Ed was in the volunteer room and she didn't want to get in Ed's way.

I said, "No problem, you can sit out here at the front desk and you can use the computer here...it'll access the one in the volunteer room and we can get what you've been typing off of it."

She says OK and then asks me to get the binder from the volunteer room because she doesn't want to disturb Ed. She describes the binder by saying, "It looks like this one," and points into space. I say, "What?" She points directly at a green book and I say, "It looks like this green book?" "No," she says, "It's a binder."

I laugh and then say, "Ok, where did you leave it?" She says "In the volunteer room," like I'm stupid. I pause and then say, "It's a big room, Julia."

She sighs and reluctantly follows me to the doorway of the room Ed is in, but won't step inside. Luckily it only took me a second to find the damn binder.

She has never met Ed before, and had never spoken to him. Thoughts?

New Country??

Today Dan was telling us about a relative who they thought was German, but it turns out she is Jewish instead.