Brother, Mom, and I started a game of Risk last night. None of us had ever played before; it was pretty confusing. All I knew was, I was going to protect Great Britain with everything I had. I knew I would lose and was just doing it for laughs. I also took part of Canada and all of Australia, but when it came down to it, I was putting everybody on Great Britain. The game was long and slow until, with one massive and deadly sweep of the tail, George wiped out the whole world. And that was the end of that game.
I was actually pleased to return to work today—well, yesterday, really, but nearly everyone was back today. It’s nice to see our familiar cafeteria peoples who come through the line nightly, and the other workers feel like family. For people like Tinny and me, that is our nightly family dinner: Eating in front of the television, watching the news with Glenn, Bob, Greg, Steve, Chrissy, Tyler, Dennis…it’s a good atmosphere. Have I mentioned how much I love my job now, as compared to Watson?
So Tinny and I are keeping a watch out for new people in our line, and I see this hot guy that I’ve never seen before, and I was just opening my mouth to ask him if he was new, when he said something to me. I didn’t catch all of it, but I was certain I heard the name “Jones” in there somewhere. This startled me—how would anyone at UNF know my last name? If I hadn’t had my nametag on, this guy wouldn’t have even known my first name. It crossed my mind that perhaps Cortney had introduced him to me before, and I’d just forgotten…but for someone I’ve met to remember my last name, when I can’t remember his face (and especially a handsome someone, at that)?
I said, “What did you say?”
He replied, “Are you Lesley Jones’s daughter?”
This was even more disturbing than before. How could he possibly know my mom’s name!? “Um…yes?” I said.
“I’m Joe. I work with her at Watson. The St. Augustine office,” he said. “She told me to come in and look for you.”
“Oh!” I laughed, very relieved now. “Well, it’s nice to meet you.”
I am now reading “the only complete and unabridged paperback edition” of Les Miserables…all all 1,463 pages of it. As of this moment, I am only on page 45. Got a ways to go yet.