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Friday, March 28, 2014

The Distraction

By Tognopop (Own work) [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons

There is a new baby in town. He cries day and night.

Somebody stays with that baby to feed him, rock him and sing him lullabies. To watch the sun dance across the lawn. To walk to the park and sit in the grass, just sitting.

In school there is a child that can't sit still in class. Lectures are boring - she's rather play video games and build rocket ships. A teacher adjusts her other lessons accordingly. "Suddenly" a scientist is born.

A couple moves in together, and there are all these little things to decide. Who will do which errand and when? How long can friends stay over? What are the limits of my money and yours? Where do we go on vacation? It's a dialogue over time...it takes time.

A new employee shows up for orientation. She pulls up to the front door alongside a veteran of the company. She is greeted with balloons and brochures. 

He is greeted with...well, nothing.

It is 9:00 sharp as he sits down at his desk. What is to look forward to? What is new to do, that hasn't already been done a million times?

It is just at that moment that he glances as his boss's door. Is that door open or closed? Is someone waiting there to talk to him, to find out what's going on, to serve as a sounding board or to provide a new and more challenging assignment?

Or would it be considered rude to knock?

* All opinions my own.