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blue fleece pullover Before I left work Monday morning, Nicole and I spent some quality time together. It was the first time in what must have been weeks that we talked with one another the way that we used to do and it was something that I had missed. She had one story after another to tell me and I was more than willing to listen to them. As we were talking someone pointed out to her that she was keeping me at work when I didn't need to be there anymore, but I didn't care. That final forty-five minutes with her was more meaningful to me than the previous ten hours that I had been at work. Quite honestly I'll remember what she said to me far longer than anything else I did that morning. ... Class dragged early this afternoon and I could tell by looking around that I wasn't the only person that didn't want to be there. Slumped bodies and bored expressions were very easy to see when I scanned the room. Naturally when I could and without being too obvious I kept looking at one person more than anyone else. With the sudden heat wave, her usual corduroy jacket had been abandoned for something lighter, but as with the jacket it suited her. She looked as though class couldn't end soon enough for her as she alternated between looking out the window and inspecting her fingernails. It was a classic case of boredom and or disinterest. Naturally I saw this as a good conversation starter. I could ask why she took the class in the first place since it seems to put her to sleep. So as the class drew to a close I hoped that I could get near her before she ran off to her next destination. About as close as I got was the sight her of her going out the door. Sigh. I just wasn't fast enough and I wasn't about to shout at her to wait. |