disposed
Over the last few days i learned, that i'm not leading material. As acting employee with the highest number of years in service, i was bequeathed the honour of juggling with shit.
So i took advantage of having hoarded a lot of over hours in those years, and took a day off.
Brought Kirby to school, picked him up, in between i took a long walk, did the laundry, grocery shopping and chores, and although i was on me feet as i was the days before, there was none of the corporate clownery that prohibited me from finishing anything. How can my Boss get anything done?!
Talking about work, it would be interesting to work at a press conference like Angine de Poitrine do them1.
Behold, i have gotten rid of the urin sample i've been carrying around for weeks — had some tests done, and usually i need to bring in pee, which i did out of habit, and forgot about when i was told it's not necessary.
Kirby impressed me with his memory. Two years ago he wanted to read the first Harry Potter book. We stopped shortly before the final fight. And while we haven't talked about it since then, out of the blue he talked about it, with a clarity of memory that was amazing to experience.
Kirby's new schoolbag made a bad first impression on me. While it looked more comfortable to wear, i was sure it couldn't fit all of the stuff he needs to carry around, but was corrected by reality when we organised the new bag.
It felt like another point on the »worthless father« card. The former schoolbag already looked wrong to me when we bought it, my inner voice of criticism was silenced by all the other parents, grandparents and various reviews that stated, that despite the look of the bag, it was actually a feat of engineering, with the goal of making it possible for kids to haul too much stuff for a long time without causing any damage. The company we bought the new bag from doesn't claim this with the same fervour, in favour of promoting the pop cultural references of their prints — Kirby choose the one with a robot, that glides on the edge of being sued for violation of several copyrights. Kirby is happier, and i learned that i should voice my concerns, but consider how i do so.
During my current watch of Detectorists, i found myself silently yearning for a friendship like Andy and Lance's; but could i put in the work that makes such a relationship work? There is a line i don't like anybody to cross, except Kirby and the Wife of course, and that keeps me from being a true friend. When the in-laws or even my parents come by, i feel like inviting vampires into our flat. Not because they're bad people, rather to protect a place that i inhabit alone.
So i keep on enjoying other people's staging of a friendship — currently season 3.