Bring May Flowers
Topic: Life in the village
I would have bet $100 of real money that I was going to get fired today. I was that sure. I even took down most of the pictures in my cube and stashed some office supplies in my briefcase before my meeting with the boss. The meeting was scheduled to end at the end of my shift, another sign.

I didn’t get fired. I got in trouble, but I didn’t get fired. It was a totally separate issue from the other issues that I have been close to getting fired over. I came back from the meeting on the verge of laughter it was so stupid. On top of that, he actually said I have been doing well lately in terms of my performance statistics.

Winter is over in Wakefield. It’s been April showers all over the place. Our money pit city swimming pool is still not going to be usable for the third out of four years of its existence, and more people in town are learning my name, which disturbs me. I often miss the anonymity of the big city. Yesterday even the girl at the grocery checkout knew my name. I don’t know her name. If she knows my name she also knows what I buy. There are times that I don’t want someone who remembers my name also remembering what I buy. It’s really only at bars or restaurants that I find this kind of recognition to be a positive thing.