Polishing the handrails on the Titanic. It's hard not to feel that way right now. An unexpected death is supposed to put all things in perspective. What a sad oversimplification. You gain perspective when you're uplifted. "A bird's eye view of a bird's eye view" as Gordon Downie put it. Death doesn't give you that at all. Not in my case. More of a worm's eye view of a worm's eye view. Buried. Blinded. Burrowing, tunneling, and when you finally get to the top and feel you're getting somewhere you find you're lost on the pavement with a sense that the birds are circling. Sorry to be so dramatic, but no one is reading this anyway.
Back to the cleaning routine- upon my return to work I found one of my message boards ripped down by a drunk. Yet another item purchased with my own money since our department is so "financially challenged" that such things can't be afforded for us. Yesterday my 8th dry erase marker was stolen, gum spit all over the floor, spit all over the walls, nasal cavity refuse fingersmeared all over the elevator. This morning I walked into the building to a disastrous mess in the stairwell. An exploded can of cola was sprayed up and down the walls. If youth is wasted on the young at least intelligence isn't.
