At least one-third of my day is spent at work. I write about my day. I would find it impossible to not write about work. Perhaps if everything was sunshine and light it would be a pleasurable read, but it isn’t.

Even when I thought things were OK, and writing about minuscule items that weren’t so OK it got me in trouble and cost me a job, and maybe contributed to the shuttering of Maxwell’s. The last straw and it broke the camel’s back.

Then again the guy who fired me didn’t really like me much and I guess gave me the job for some reason that is unbeknownst to me. He did allow Bill and I to have a party celebrating our civil union and for that, I am forever grateful as it was a splendid time for all that attended.

Today Raoul asked me for a quick minute to talk. I was in no position to say no. I thought maybe he, or ‘they’ caught on to this here blog. But Raoul was going to ask me if I wanted to help with some thing or another. Then he realized that it was not going to happen.

I suppose my dispirited spirit filled the conference room and I expressed my displeasure at this situation. I had suspected that it was all settled and la matrone enfermée dans le placard was getting off the hook once more with a direction to avoid me.

I am stationary and la matrone enfermée dans le placard floats about the office grunting throughout the day. It proves to be a difficult task. But Raoul suggested that this was not the case. Things are still underway and being enacted and it does not look good for la matrone enfermée dans le placard.

Then he mentioned something ‘off the record’. He suggested that I sue the company. I replied that it would not be so easy, me being just one man, without a lawyer, going up against a law firm.

He said I could find a lawyer who would work on my behalf depending on a contingency. I mentioned ‘pro bono’ lawyers and he said that was a possibility. I explained that this situation was affecting me physically. I wake up with my heart racing, depressed, and dreading the thought of going to a job that I had once enjoyed going to.

He claimed to understand. I told him about yesterday seeing the attendance list and spotting la matrone enfermée dans le placard as absent for the day, then the shock of seeing that roly-poly body coming towards me with a cart filled with kitchen supplies.

As we left the conference room, the whole thing took about five minutes, I told him that I had been working for almost 50 years. In all those years of working, no one has ever threatened me with physical violence. Then he said something that shocked me.

Raoul told me that he HAD been threatened at the job, twice. And one of those threats came from la matrone enfermée dans le placard herself. This beast has been at it for years and come off unscathed as far as I can tell.

And now I am supposed to believe something will be done. I do remain incredulous at that thought. Despite the doubt, I went ahead and had a decent day.

I remembered Schlomo the DKB, writing in a review of my work, that I stretch out my tasks for the day so I resolved to get my work done as soon as possible leaving me with large chunks of nothing to do, just sitting and waiting for something to cross my path which eventually happens.

Hey, I’m not stretching my work.

Today was the day Schlomo the DKB came back from vacation and I asked him if he heard about la matrone enfermée dans le placard’s threat and he said he heard a little something about it. He lies. A lot. And I do not like thee Schlomo the DKB.