Posted in Unexpected

Presumptuous

At work we have a tea lady
an old-fashioned term
quaint
antiquated
it is what she calls herself.

Friendly
bosomy
motherly
she looks exactly what she is
a grandmother and tea lady.

Four hours per day
9 a.m. to 11 a.m.
2 p.m. to 4 p.m.
it splits her day into
two diminished halves
an all-day commitment
for half’s pay.

She has a friend
they will job share
two weeks on
two weeks off.

A good deal
it will work for both parties
effective immediately.

They tell the director
he is incensed
“I appoint the staff around here
not the bloody tea lady.”

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Author:

Most of my life has been spent on the bench, occasionally called into the game by extravagance or attenuation. Waiting has turned a loner into a recorder - nondescript and inconsequential, more not noticed than overlooked - the non-vantage point of children not yet considered old enough to understand. Orphaned Islands (Un)poetry is a lifetime of picking anecdotes up and not throwing them away. Stories collected like odds and ends placed in a box in the basement, the garage, the garden shed - uncertain as to what their use might be but knowing that one day there might be one.

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