This was a valued rug.
May 23, 2006 | Mischief
I did a very bad thing. A couple of weekends ago, we had a big clean up day at j-o-b. There was years and years of crap that needed to be sorted through, but I am one to just toss. People kept coming up to me all day, saying things like, “I found this box of fundraising materials from 1987, do you think we should save them?” Gah! NO. Throw. Them. Away.
One of the first things I tossed, however, was the ugliest rug you have ever seen. It was pink, with some sort of heinous aztec print. It was too big for the area, (it did NOT tie the room together) and that area happened to be directly in front of the new desk I was moving to. It just had to go.
(a bit of back story: j-o-b went bankrupt two years ago and all the employees were let go. They all just basically got up and left. Thus, there was all kinds of crap that was just left behind. I wrongly assumed that this rug was one of those things. oops.)
It was with great joy that I rolled that sucker up and placed it decidedly in the trash pile. The office looked immediately better. I went about my merry way, throwing things out with reckless abandon.
You know what’s coming, don’t you.
Monday morning, bright and early, I was sitting at my new desk, admiring the newly organized and freshly painted office when the board president walks in. She is a very nice lady and I expected her to begin complimenting our incredible improvements, but instead she said, “Where’s my rug?”
“Uh…I will look into that for you. But look! New paint!”
I passed her off to someone else and while she began oohing and ahing about the improvements, I scurried into the new Executive Director’s office and told her the bad news. She said naughty words for the first time in my presence, which was excellent, then got on the phone with the volunteers who made the dump run. Unfortunately, said volunteer SPECIFICALLY remembered heaving ‘that ugly thing’ out the back of the truck into the great abyss of the land fill.
Right. My next desperate attempt was to call the dump and ask if there was any way of retrieving something that had been mistakenly dropped off two days ago. There was a brief pause, wherein I imagine the receptionist was stifling laughter, then she dashed all our hopes of getting the rug back. Apparently it is NOT possible to retrieve something from the dump. Duh. What was I going to do anyway? Wade through the dump looking for a scrap of pink aztec?
So, I ended up telling her that I had set her rug aside because it was getting in the way of the garbage trolleys and that “someone” must have “accidently” gotten rid of it. Turns out that although if I’d had to guess, I would have said it was a Walmart special, it was actually handmade in India and had a fancy name which now escapes me. Awesome.
I have since had to make fruitless calls to the volunteers that were there that day, “in case someone thought we were throwing it away and took it home with them”. She even had possible suspects in mind, the types who would have done such a thing. I had to listen while she described it to the facilities manager in case it turned up in another office, as well.
There is no moral to this story, but the Lebowski tie-ins are unavoidable and everytime she brings it up, I am giggling on the inside.
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I am not a hip music scenester by any means so maybe everyone already knows about this guy, but right now I am LOVING Matt Costa. I have his new album “Songs We Sing” and every song is good. He is kind of like a less cloying Jack Johnson, or maybe even a young Paul Simon. Anywho, it’s great, and a perfect summer soundtrack.
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Do you see the face in my coffee? I dorkily freaked out about this, as if it were a Mary-like sighting, then realized the barista did it on purpose. Oh.
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