Bizzarro

After seeing The Kite Runner the other night (which, R4K, I recommend) and having some dinner, I accompanied L to the large 'n fancy consulting firm. They've got a deliverable coming up and they've all been working hard; L needed to check her e-mail one last time and grab a couple things.

When I went to the supply room to grab a couple of pens and sticky notepads, I discovered that there was a bulletin board in that supply room. And on that bulletin board there were three pictures. Three pictures and not much else. I am in every single one of those pictures. In one of those pictures, I am the only person featured, and my name is written underneath it.

Now while I did attend the holiday party last year and am attending the holiday party this year, I have not set foot in that building or done any work for that specific subgroup within the overall firm, in more than a year. In fact I was not asked back to do any further work for them for a variety of strange reasons pretty much unrelated to the quality of my work. And yet there I hang, smiling, on the bulletin board in the supply room of their work pod, in triplicate. It reminds me a smidge of my time at a NH publication where, upon leaving due to a conflict, I continued to housesit, FOR THE OWNER, on a regular basis. I slept in his bed (which as I read this over sounds really f*&%ing weird and upon further reflection kind of was), and had easy access to all sorts of files about the company that had let me go. Of course I never looked at anything because that's not the kind of person I am, but still. Why does shit like happen with me?