I am a worrier. I would prefer to be a warier, but that is not my
Friday about 15:00 or so One of my fellow employees mentioned in the
hall that he wanted to ask me a question off the clock. Now This guys
is a good sole. He is salt of the earth. I'm not sure I would call us
friends. We could be.
I'm thinking he needs to tell me about some person I pissed off at
work, or something he over heard about me or my employment. This is on
a Friday remember. I stewed all weekend. What does he want to ask? What
did I do?
Before I took off for the day, I asked Adam about it. He had no idea
what the other employee wanted. All I succeeded in doing was making
Adam paranoid all weekend too. "What if it is about me!?" Hell, Adam
even texted me Sunday about it. He never does that kind of thing.
So, I get in Monday and hit the wheel pretty hard. I crank out
several things. I stop after about two hours for a breath and to fire
off an email to the other employee. I didn't get through the first
sentence, when he walks in my office.
He is a coin collector and has been reading articles about how the
visually impaired are mad at the U. S. government for not having some
mechanism built in to printed curacy to tell what denomination it is.
He wanted to know my two cents.
I told him I I really like the idea of using coins for the one
dollar bill and revamping the other denominations for nonvisual
identification. I also mentioned a mobile phone that can take a picture
of money and tell you what denomination it is. It works for Mexican and
Canadian money too.
I called Adam after the other employee, what the hell, buddy left my
office and told him what it was all about. He had some relief in his
Nat was in on the exchange from Friday evening. She said "You guys
have a middle school dram going on." in a condescending smirk. Ain't
After the drama, it was back to work. I did have a bit more spring
in my step after that was resolved. See kids, it never ends. It just
involves higher stakes.