OK, so I'm a bum at heart. You'd never know it from my work habits - always on time, never calling out sick, quick to do what needs to be done. But today, tsk tsk, my true colors have shown through with all the brilliance of a mashed couch potato. I overslept, big time. Woke up at 7AM when my shift starts at 7:15. And I'm an hour or so out in Brooklyn with a bad back that needs stretching and a crummy job that's destroyed stronger spinal columns than my own. I also just got sprung from the hospital after a seizure caused by low sodium levels in my bloodstream. So there was NO WAY I was going to run out that door, no way no how, not with a looming hospital bill and all my sick days gone, not without doing my yoga exercises and eating breakfast. I called up my station on 42nd and 8th, DHL courier facility, and broke the news - "sorry, guys, but I'm going to be just a little late, like maybe an hour or so ..." Lo and behold, after a brief supervisory consultation, they decided that they had some "extra bodies" around and didn't need to see my face after all! HA HA! Isn't it nice to know that someone appreciates all those years of hard labor? Going on 7 years, I mean, long hard years of slugging it out on the streets of midtown, wearing the DHL banner and singing the corporate anthem, propagating their propaganda and desperately trying to convince their customers that we really do care that their package got somehow misrouted to Idaho ... and I'm nothing more than another extra body!! Wow. At least I got to sleep late. And listen to Bach all day ....
The moral of this story: Sometimes, being a number beats having a name. Especially when you can't get outta bed!
