Tuesday, November 20, 2007

Bliss Like This

My son and I were jamming children's tunes, knee-deep in toys when the phone rang. Caller ID alerted me it was my previous employer.

Should I. Or shouldn't I.

I answered.

Arriving directly out of left field, he curtly asked what it would take for me to return to the office.

Since quitting, there are days I do miss work, the social interaction, the traveling, wearing something other than yoga pants and the mental floss.

As he continued to talk and butter me up like toast, I felt my ego inflating like a Macy's day balloon.

What would it take for me to go back?

I drew a complete blank. I glanced at my son. He was dancing, giggling and signing 'Mama'. I wanted to reply with something (preferably semi-intelligent). But there was only 1 cognitive thought running circles in my head.

The wheels on the bus go round & round. Round & round. Round & round.

He asked if I needed some time to answer. I politely declined. Me thinks me and the office are not quite ready for a re-union.

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