Julia Gems

Julia had a number of fabulous insights today...and the day's not over yet!

1. She said something random and I looked at her blankly. I often look at her blankly but she must have picked up on it this time. She said, "Yeah, I guess I'm weird, or eccentric you'd call it. Well, I've been called worse things. We Christians have been called all sorts of things."

2. Her: Did you choose to have a purple office?
Me: Yes
Her: It's a truthful color.

3. "I think I need to move. I want a social life. I mean, doesn't everybody want that? There just aren't any good men around here. I know, I've looked. And why don't we ever hear about Canadian men....they're what, only 4 or 5 hours away? They must be very quiet. But I'll bet they're cerebral, I'll bet they're 3 dimensional, you know?"

4. Julia wants to adopt a kitten. 8 months old, female. White with patches. I told her about "Robin's Nest," a great organization that I adopted my kittens from. She asked me more about it so I pulled up the website. She immediately locked eyes on a cute kitty and told me to click on it for more info. Lady is 8 months old, calico, patched, and female (obviously). Then I saw that she has FIV. I said, "Oh, no, Julia...this would be such a heartbreaking thing if you adopted her, she has feline aids." Julia goes, "Oh my gosh. Someone must have given that to her. Her owner probably had it and she was around them all the time so she got it. Aids is airborn, you know. Oh, it's not...right? If it was, we'd all have it. Anyway, that's sad."

5. Her: Did you know your grandparents?
Me: Yes, three of them. My Dad's dad died before I was born.
Her: That's too bad. Did she hold you when you were little?
Me: (Assuming she means one of my grandmothers, although I have no idea which one) Um, yes.
Her: That's nice.

Characters

One day last week, Julia waltzed into my office and righteously declared, "You sure do have some characters working for you!"

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?