office.
"Yeah, it's great. In the twenty minutes I've been on campus I have been distracted for half of it. Great start." I roll my eyes even though I know he cannot see me. This minor issue just strengthens my feeling that this whole rebuilding thing is going to greatly harm my chances of a promotion.
"You are being ridiculous and you know it. Stop making everything that is out of your control, evil. You never know when something good can come out of different or change. I know how you love change." I heard his smile and saw it as I walked into his office.
"Change is evil. I can't help that. Its job to is change what is already working well." I sat down with an exasperated sigh.
"You are a control freak, admit it so we all can move on to step two and get you out of this funk you're in. You probably thought about the groundbreaking during break and fretted about it. You need to loosen up or you're going to walk around life so afraid and spend your time being rattled by an occasional swinging door."
It did rattle me in a very strange way. I spent every weekday morning, waking up at exactly 6:15. Pressing the on button for the coffee pot before showering. Following the same shower and dress routine. Climbing in my car and driving here and arriving within 5 minutes of the previous day. That was not a part of my routine and the expectation of change already had me rattled.
"Well thank-you Doc for clearing up my mental health problems. You made me see so clearly now. I'm going to class, I'll see you later."
Chapter 4
Class was uneventful. I returned to my office shortly after eleven. The corkboard on my door where students leave messages for me had an envelope pinned to it. I took it down and opened my door to my office and had a seat. I opened the envelope expecting to find a scrawled message from a student who hadn't met a deadline, instead the message was on a construction company letterhead.
Sorry about this morning. I really do hope you're ok. You seemed kind of spooked. Hope I didn't frighten you. Ice it, it helps!
Connor
I smiled at the thought that the construction guy had taken time to track down who I was and to check on me. I put the card on my desk and started to gather my books for my next class.
"Excuse me ma'am but there was an extremely tall and rugged man who was looking for you." Ben had peeked his head in my office.
I held up the note, "I see that. When was he here?"
"You missed him by maybe twenty minutes. He seemed really worried about you." Ben gave me his own faint look of concern.
I smiled to reassure him. "I'm ok, it shook me up that's all. Remember the control freak routine thing Dr. Freud? It's still hanging on." I held up my hand for him to see.
Apparently my smile worked as he left my office.
Grabbing my set of books I marched off to my second class of the day.
Walking across campus I followed my usual path back to the office building so I could grab some lunch. In the hour and a half I was in class construction had seemingly doubled. There were now three trailers around campus bearing the same logo from the letterhead, Matthews and Sons Construction. Or perhaps I hadn't notice them before. I could hear hammering and other various construction noises from all over different points on campus. Various men with hardhats were walking around or working with tools and wood and metal. It was almost like ants marching. It seemed like chaos but they all seemed to have a purpose and all had a goal in mind.
I reached the office around one and unpacked my lunch. Picking up my newly purchased novel I started reading while I ate my turkey sandwich and my container of applesauce. Mondays were often slow because Ben had three classes where I only had one. It was nice to sit in silence and read, but I had grown so used to having him around. We had been
"Yeah, it's great. In the twenty minutes I've been on campus I have been distracted for half of it. Great start." I roll my eyes even though I know he cannot see me. This minor issue just strengthens my feeling that this whole rebuilding thing is going to greatly harm my chances of a promotion.
"You are being ridiculous and you know it. Stop making everything that is out of your control, evil. You never know when something good can come out of different or change. I know how you love change." I heard his smile and saw it as I walked into his office.
"Change is evil. I can't help that. Its job to is change what is already working well." I sat down with an exasperated sigh.
"You are a control freak, admit it so we all can move on to step two and get you out of this funk you're in. You probably thought about the groundbreaking during break and fretted about it. You need to loosen up or you're going to walk around life so afraid and spend your time being rattled by an occasional swinging door."
It did rattle me in a very strange way. I spent every weekday morning, waking up at exactly 6:15. Pressing the on button for the coffee pot before showering. Following the same shower and dress routine. Climbing in my car and driving here and arriving within 5 minutes of the previous day. That was not a part of my routine and the expectation of change already had me rattled.
"Well thank-you Doc for clearing up my mental health problems. You made me see so clearly now. I'm going to class, I'll see you later."
Chapter 4
Class was uneventful. I returned to my office shortly after eleven. The corkboard on my door where students leave messages for me had an envelope pinned to it. I took it down and opened my door to my office and had a seat. I opened the envelope expecting to find a scrawled message from a student who hadn't met a deadline, instead the message was on a construction company letterhead.
Sorry about this morning. I really do hope you're ok. You seemed kind of spooked. Hope I didn't frighten you. Ice it, it helps!
Connor
I smiled at the thought that the construction guy had taken time to track down who I was and to check on me. I put the card on my desk and started to gather my books for my next class.
"Excuse me ma'am but there was an extremely tall and rugged man who was looking for you." Ben had peeked his head in my office.
I held up the note, "I see that. When was he here?"
"You missed him by maybe twenty minutes. He seemed really worried about you." Ben gave me his own faint look of concern.
I smiled to reassure him. "I'm ok, it shook me up that's all. Remember the control freak routine thing Dr. Freud? It's still hanging on." I held up my hand for him to see.
Apparently my smile worked as he left my office.
Grabbing my set of books I marched off to my second class of the day.
Walking across campus I followed my usual path back to the office building so I could grab some lunch. In the hour and a half I was in class construction had seemingly doubled. There were now three trailers around campus bearing the same logo from the letterhead, Matthews and Sons Construction. Or perhaps I hadn't notice them before. I could hear hammering and other various construction noises from all over different points on campus. Various men with hardhats were walking around or working with tools and wood and metal. It was almost like ants marching. It seemed like chaos but they all seemed to have a purpose and all had a goal in mind.
I reached the office around one and unpacked my lunch. Picking up my newly purchased novel I started reading while I ate my turkey sandwich and my container of applesauce. Mondays were often slow because Ben had three classes where I only had one. It was nice to sit in silence and read, but I had grown so used to having him around. We had been
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