Waiting

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With Red Ruff and Blue Mews a Sunday in April, 2008.

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Me: Emotional. G: Took me out for a Thai dinner to hold my hand. What a dear. Today he’s at work sending email reminding me not to take anything seriously. Work: Waiting for a call.

I gave the note to the boss. He told me there were only three seated jobs, and two were for men at the locker room doors. All three were taken.

I knew that.

I suggested that bottom-of-the-ramp-Kay might want my job. They nodded and asked me if I would go open my gate, and work until around 4:30 pm. They would confer with the account representative and get back to me.

I saw that coming.

I opened my gate and told as many GSR’s, security, and friends what was happening, that I might be somewhere else while knowing I might be nowhere. I smiled, I talked with Kay….who did want my job and I hers, and kept smiling. They had offered Kay a roving job outside going gate to gate not my job. She refused it. I don’t blame her. I told as many of my doggy friends as possible that I might be moved, and I smiled.

They brought me someone to train. I trained them.

At around six, a big boss came to wait near my gate, and after my young man was trained, I approached him one more time with the idea that Kay and I might switch. He again said that the matter had been taken to the company owner, they were taking it to Guest Services, and they would phone me today or the day after. He suggested I could give him my radio and Supervisor report now, they would pay me for four hours, and I could leave now from my gate. He would sign me out.

It did save me from crying all the way across the stadium. It didn’t save me from sniveling on Cee’s shoulders at her gate. I was very grateful for her shoulder. I felt very naked standing on a street corner in full uniform waiting for G to come pick me up.