the VIB must have gotten to me, cause i am ill. as in: brain-scrambly, in my bed, drinking therapeutic tea and downing meds.
it was either the VIB that did it, or it was walking in circles around the White House grounds this morning, umbrella-less, in heels. in the cold rain. and then sitting under an arctic blast AC vent for a couple of hours. but the meeting was worth it: a rally-the-troops headlined by activists who work on the human rights issue for which i push paper. it was very inspiring. at one point, i even got a little teary thinking about how cubelife, as dull as it can be, is a crucial link in the justice/care process. but i’m not fooling myself: it’s the frontline folks who really *do* the work. i’m just their minion. or, as i once said when trying to make sense of my job to a befuddled friend, i’m a fairy godmother! i wave a manilla file folder and – poof! – somebody gets TANF. it’s amazing for them; it’s pretty anti-climactic for me. so i am glad for these days when i get wooed by the bigger movement beyond the felt walls.
on my way back to the office, before the vertigo and nausea set in, i stopped on the sidewalk and bought a bouquet of beautiful flowers: a bird of paradise, roses, a coxcomb. when i got to the cube, it was still gray and disheveled, still somehow exuding the air of someone caught in the act of doing (or not doing): “who, me?” yes, you, little cube. i’m here to work. no more paperwhites and weaves for you. no more me going lethargic when it’s time to file; no more letting the inbox get overgrown. we mean business now, you and me, and we can do it.
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December 5, 2007 at 3:54 pm
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