Hi, I have re-added the two days already posted. The dates are causing me issues. If this was really set in 2014, then Monday was the 26th, but that doesn't work with the other dates mentioned later. There were also typos. Sorry.
A New City, A New Diary
Sunday, May 21, 2014
Sometimes I think that the world is conspiring against me. I mean, how on earth did I end up here in Denver Colorado? How does one go from Washington DC to… Denver? Did I really mess with someone higher up the food chain in Direct Line Operations? Becky tells me that isn't the case, and that this will be good for me…we'll see.
At least I have a cute artsy hotel to stay in until I find something permanent – if I stay. Denver does have something of an arts scene, so maybe it won't be a total loss.
I guess we shall see what tomorrow brings.
Monday May 22, 2014
What happened? I think I may have followed a white rabbit down a hole to some alternate universe. I am apparently not assigned to Direct Line Operations but rather, to some anachronistic relic called the Dead Letter Office!
The day began with a trip to a coffee cart on the way to work, where I crossed paths with someone who may if fact be the oddest man I have ever met. I am not completely sure that he is not in fact a time-traveler, visiting us from the 1950s. Imagine my surprise/horror when I later found that this refugee from the pages of H G Wells, was if fact, my temporary section leader.
I don't know where he, Oliver O'Toole gets off! He immediately decided to re-christen me Cheryl as he didn't want to be caught out quoting a 1953 western, which in his world is probably a new release! I played dumb, not hinting that I knew what he was talking about – you don't have the name 'Shane' and not know the movie. But Cheryl – really? Do I look like a Cheryl?
Oh, but the day just kept getting better! Apart from Mr. O'Toole, my co-workers include Rita and Norman. Rita has a photographic memory, and I will admit her unironic vintage style does look good on her. Actually, I think she could be an absolute stunner, and she is clearly badly hiding a thing for Norman. Norman, oh man. Tomorrow, he is going to bring me a book about baboons! Clearly sarcasm hasn't made its way to Denver yet.
Then I did the bad thing. We (well them and I was there) were trying to discover the intended recipient of a year-old letter, some guy named Charlie, and our fearless section leader decided that we would not be reading on or doing anything else to find out who he was except filling in a form. I mean, come on! So I may have kind of stolen the letter so I could look into it further. Hackers got to hack, right?
I must say, he was kind of nice, not busting me in the Post Office – and it turns out, it's a good thing I did take the letter! His form was going nowhere! These people need shaking up! Tomorrow might actually be interesting. We have a little lunchtime excursion planned to Washington Park in search of Schwinn's Bicycles. Take that, Oliver O'Toole. I may only be in your little kingdom for a short while, but it might be fun to shake some of the rule-following out of the rest of your team!
P.S. Do you add post-scripts in a journal? Anyway, for a moment, I thought I was back in Virginia with my mother. Turns out there are two people on the planet who throw in random Shakespearean quotes into regular conversation. Oh, happy day.
