Thursday, April 5, 2007

Bamboozled

I just read a note saying I better be up early in the morning... "Happy Birthday." It's not my birthday until June 8th, so I had to read the note twice.

"Happy Birthday? It's not my birthday."

Hey wait a minute, that note is directed at me; well of course it is, Julia wrote it! So it appears as though I might be going somewhere tomorrow. I walk into the office, there's the suitcase. I asked Julia if I could peek inside and she barked "NO!" She knew I was looking for clothing items that may give away the location. All I saw was a t-shirt. What that says, I don't know. It's sitting behind me and the tension is torture. Oh yes, I have to be up early. It's 1:00 am and I'm writing this Blog. How can I sleep now?

So here I am, on the brink of going somewhere and I still don't know a damn thing. This is very disturbing. I've been telling everyone, and I mean everyone, that I wanted to go away, leave, vamoose, and I heard nothing. The silence was absolute. I always looked for clues, listened acutely at conversations, dropped hints, attempted to bait people into spilling the beans and I got nothing. I would be the first one voted off Survivor for sure. I wouldn't have a clue that people were conspiring against me. "Look at that butterfly... What? I'm voted off the Island?"

I gave up planning anything; I wanted to plan things for other people. I was resigned that nothing was happening even though Julia told me--TOLD ME--something was happening. I bought a whole bunch of tomatoes today. TOMATOES! Those things don't last long in the fridge. I went and got a cardiogram today, over a month after my physical, because I thought I should not because I knew anything. I bought a new baking element for the oven, I said I'd install it tomorrow, I guess not.

Whomever all the conspirators were, certainly everyone at Air Supply, (I'm scheduled to work tomorrow--or thought I was) you bastards, there is no way I can trust any of you again! You made me wallow in self pity all this time and didn't spill the beans. I missed all those conversations around the watercooler. To my brother and sister, you guys knew all along. In all the conversations we've had and all those emails, never once did I even sniff a conspiracy. Even yesterday I made another snide comment about "maybe jetting off somewhere" and you guys kept you're cool. Have you thought about careers in CSIS? Wait a minute--it all makes sense now. (Shifty eyes). To Julia, I kept telling everyone that either you were up to something and doing a masterful job of keeping it quiet or you had nothing planned and were just waiting for things to come up. I've been bamboozled. Brilliant!

Wherever we go, thanks. If I've been a little curt over the past couple months it's because I needed this. I guess I realize now what a control freak I am. I hate not planning things; I hate not being involved; I'm such a doubter, a "Hamlet" as Julia has referred to me in the past. I will change! After my trip.

3 comments:

Ray Yuen said...

Hey Paul,

Maybe it’s not your inadequacies at ascertaining the truth that leaves you in the dark—maybe it’s Julia’s mastery at whipping people into muted silence. Bon voyage and I hope that you have a good time at Steinbach milking cows, slaughtering chickens and listening to James Taylor! Oops, did I just spill the beans?

Greg Anania said...

My friend, I was oblivious as you were.
No one told the Italian boy a thing.
I guess you cant trust a guy, who counts cash all day.
Have fun, and remember the lifting commences on your return.
Greg

Skid said...

Enjoy, enjoy and enjoy...that's what I did on my recent trip to Calgary. Luckily, I listened to Boris who really emphasized the importance of traveling with your passport (even in Canada) these days...we ended up in San Francisco for 3 days.

As great as it was...he would have traded for your trip in a second! And that's my hint Paul...if you can't figure it out with now, you're hopeless!

(Josie aka skid)