waiting area

my cubicle sits right outside the door of the ever elusive controller, which means i get to entertain/be entertained by people waiting to see him.

this afternoon, a woman from across the office who, when i first met her many months ago when i began this temporary assignment, informed me that she didn't want to be an accountant like her mother (she's in her sixty's).

so, the not-accountant came over to see the controller, but he had someone else in his office, so she waited for him and talked to me. she seemed extremely shaken up and it turned out that she had to take a half day to get a refill of her narcolepsy medication because her husband "couldn't get it for her and he already missed a half day even though he's a bus driver and today is the first day of school and that doesn't look too good." i also found out that the previous drug she took for her ailment was not a narcotic, like the current one (the reason for the problem), but it cost a hundred bucks a month, where this one is five.

the entire time she spoke, she slowly cleaned her iphone with a kleenex.