It is June 1st. Tomorrow I will be starting my third month in the Rubber Room...and it is a Sunday night. Double Whammy. I never get to sleep on Sunday nights. Sunday nights mean Monday mornings in the Rubber Room. Monday mornings mean a whole week of waking up and heading to the Rubber Room.
I spend my idle time thinking about the Rubber Room. I've even begun packing up a RR "survival kit" the night before. My laptop and charger, my Vz wireless-only 59.99 a month for unlimited access to the outside world...my cell phone, my cell phone charger, extension cord, a couple of pens, reading glasses, the fliers that were left on my doorstep,gum, my unopened bills, blank checks, stamps, earplugs, earphones, a pillow, blanket, a few packets of sweet and low. That should cover it.
This is all becoming so robotic. I want to cry just thinking about it.
I will guess that by now my salary is being paid by Central. I am officially a prisoner of the DOE.
This is the way things happen here in the Rubber Room. Nothing makes any sense.
Please check this out. You will understand why I love this man.