Wired Mesh

You Know What? I'm Going to Sleep in Here, and That Way We Can All Be Together

In another sign of economic downturn, my job has been outsourced to St. Elmo. Fortunately, I am the only person my employers know who can write pretty little sentences about twin growth discordance, so I am being shipped to St. Elmo along with my job.

The Medical Mall office has grown too small to contain me (a complaint that previously has only been entered by a few pairs of pants), and on Monday my boss offered to let me work from home. Suspecting that this arrangement would only inspire to sleep until dusk every day, I suggested that I work out of the new Coptix offices instead. And just three days later, I'm moving.

So now each day will begin with a five-minute stroll from my house, past the Thai restaurant and the gravestone carver shop to Coptix, where I will continue to waste vast swaths of my life reading lists of John Kerry's vice-presidential choices. Only now, instead of enjoying a view of the mighty Tennessee (today's color: grey!), I will have a bay-window view of a funeral home. And I will no longer be able to enjoy regular smoke breaks atop the parking garage, gazing out into the wilds of Ooltewah until it starts to rain. I'll miss that.

But I will have Josiah. And that's a happy consolation for me, although it bodes ill for the serenity of St. Elmo.