Precisely one hour, twelve minutes and thirty eight seconds. That's how long it took me to move all of the effects of a deceased dental pioneer today. There's something perverse and voyeuristic about it, looking at their collected things, everything they decided to decorate their office with, dozens of personal letters, family photos, hunting trophies, ancient glass slides of teeth, cards with dirty jokes from the mid 70s, etc. It would have taken longer, had the work not been started months ago when the good doctor fell seriously ill.
I didn't realize at that time, that I was boxing up things that he would never look at again. I spent time laboriously cataloging various journals, slides, papers, etc with the hope that this former dean would return, or that his relatives would at least come and get his things for him. His things languished in our storage area for about 4 months, awaiting pickup, until last week the good former dean died. I don't know what he died of, other than the fact that he was ancient and past life expectancy, and that he was ill.
So, today my boss had me move all of these boxes out of our storage, to another area, a forgotten room up on the 15th floor (administrative) that is undergoing a remodeling. So, now this dead mans effects are up in an empty, forgotten room, along with furniture no-one wants, and a comfortable carpet.
It's just kind of strange.
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i love this post.
and i never once thought you were not smart!!
what i do think is ridiculous is that I spend more time talking with you now than i did in minnie. do you even have my real email addie??
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