On Wednesday, I lost my job. To be honest, I am not terribly sad about it except that I am now working double-time to find another job so I can continue to sustain myself monetarily. I don't find it necessary to go into a lot of detail here, but I did walk out of the agency feeling a lot like a pigeon-waste-splattered hunk of concrete.
I decided to make the best of having some extra time that afternoon, and upon arriving home, I promptly went to the pool (the first time I've had the chance since moving into my new place). It was so peaceful and relaxing to get in the water and then to lay and bask in the sun. In the back of my mind it registered that the head of my lounge chair was slightly under a ledge that was occupied by a number of pigeons, but it didn't register quite enough.
I felt something hit my head, and didn't even bother to investigate. It just seemed to fit the day and I simply laughed to myself, sliding my chair a little further into the sun and pulling my towel slightly over my head. Moments later, another girl at the pool said in passing, "I just thought I'd let you know there have been some birds on the ledge." Really? I thought. I responded nonchalantly, "Yeah, I was just noticing that" and decided to tag along to another part of the pool.
As I was getting up, to my great relief, I realized that what hit my head was dry and the fresh stuff had actually landed just to the side of me on my chair. So, yes, even thought I was the statue in all sorts of ways that day, in the end, I still came out with a small victory.
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