Alright, I’ll admit to being a terrible person. I am. I am a terrible person. But do you know what we even more terrible? Thanks for asking, I’ll tell you: this job. Every day it’s the same old slog. Enter data, talk to someone about entering data, talk and you get a warning, enter some more data, have lunch in the lunch-room where you complain about life, the kids and people stealing your lunch, then back to entering data while NEVER knowing if any of this is doing a lick of good. Sometimes Samara brought in coffee, because she is a beacon of light in a landscape of grey, but that’s it. That’s all I’ve got.
And that, readers, is why we now have a termite problem. I may have, um…introduced a few of them from my garden. I originally trained as an entomologist because of my fascination with insects, but there weren’t any jobs going. Oh, they got in the termite control people from Frankston, pronto as pronto could be, but I’ve been steadily introducing them over the course of a month so the damage has indeed been done. We’ve been given a week off work while they try to sort the building out, and honestly? I don’t feel good about it any more. You happy? I got my wish, work is closed, the building is coming down and my victory is hollow as hollow could be.
The boss just seemed to down about the whole thing when he called everyone. I always thought he just stayed in his office, stony-faced and caring as much about the job as I did. So, like, nothing. But there was genuine sorrow in his voice as he told us all to take the week off. He WANTS to be there, working, and I’ve ruined his life, clearly.
I need to make this right. I’m sure Frankston pest control is perfectly equipped to deal with the threat, but it’s more than that. I, myself, need to leap into the fray with my entomology knowledge. This is my problem to solve! No idea how I’m going to do that, but unless I redeem myself, I’m going to live with this forever.