This is really disconcerting and actually a bit heart breaking. I think I am going to have to replace my desk.
I've had my beloved desk a long time. It was one of my acquisitions when I went to work for GE in Schenectady, NY. That came about when I found myself without a job around twenty years ago. So I did what any out-of-work guy would do, and that was to go to Colorado and hike around and think about the whole thing. I didn't do the hiking thing with tents and cooking on the open campfire. Instead I did it a different way with motels and diners. One night I got a phone call from my wife and she said some woman from New York was trying to get in touch with me. I didn't recognize her name and certainly couldn't understand why someone from New York would be calling.
So I got the number and slept late the next morning and called her. It took me a few moments to place her in my foggy brain. She was the vice-president with the firm that I used to work for. She was now a consultant with GE and she knew I was looking for work and they needed a Manager for eastern division power contracts group and she thought of me. She brushed away my objections that I didn't know a damn thing about contracts and told me to call Jim. So I did, and found Jim to be a pretty likable guy. He said I was highly recommended by Anna, the instigator in all this, and he asked me a lot of questions about my experience and started talking about contract management and I would throw in a comment or two and I finally asked him if I was faking it pretty good because I didn't know a damn thing about contracts? He laughed and said that they had a bunch of geniuses up there who I would learn from. Then he told me to call Gary who was the VP of something or other. So I did and he didn't sound very friendly but said I was recommended by Anna and I did answer his general questions pretty decently and faltered quite a bit on his specific questions and the conversation ended.
I sat in that motel room for a minute thinking, "New York! That's crazy. Oh well...." Then the phone rang and it was Jim and he asked me when I could start to work. I stammered a bit and told him New York was a big city with lots of cabs and it was cold, and he explained that there was more to New York than The City and that they were in Schenectady which was a couple of hundred miles northwest and then he lied when he told me the snow wasn't that bad. I wasn't so sure about dedicating the rest of my life so far from Texas so we agreed that I would come aboard as a Contractor and he sweetened the pot by offering per diem and a flight back to Texas every month. I told him that being a Contract Manager of Contract Management sure seemed odd and he said it would fit right in because their whole organization was kind of odd. So we agreed that I would report to work in two weeks.
So I drove back home and my wife was pleased because the world wasn't going to come to an end after all and I packed up all the clothing I had with long sleeves and drove to New York. I made my way into Schenectady about noon on a Thursday and got a motel room. Jim met me the next morning at a diner and I followed him into work and I met people and was introduced to my staff and I wondered what I had gotten myself into. The following Saturday I searched for an apartment and found a tiny one on the second floor of an old apartment building. I then set about getting some furniture.
While driving around I spotted a dinky second hand furniture store. There I found cheap furniture piled on top of each other. I think I furnished my apartment for about $300, complete with an orange sofa and Formica kitchen table and chairs and a coffee table and a bed, which I had to find new mattresses for, some old dishes and pots and pans, and the desk.
Today the desk is tending to come apart at the seams. Yesterday my wife had the carpet replaced in my office. I didn't particularly feel that I needed new carpet....those stains didn't bother me. But during the process they had to move the desk. My desk doesn't take kindly to being moved around. Now I sit here and notice that parts of it are kind of crooked, and two of the drawers won't fit in to their homes because things are a bit out of shape. I kind of banged and shoved on it trying to make it work, but it is old and cranky and is not cooperating.
This is a Yankee desk but has fit right in to my southern lifestyle. It is my friend and we have suffered through life together. It has traveled with me from Schenectady (five years there) to Fitchburg, Massachusetts to Houston and to an apartment in Houston when I got a divorce to another apartment when I met Marilyn to this house.....and hasn't complained too much about it. Now it is tired.
My wife has wanted to replace this desk for years. I have explained that it is old and I am old and we understand each other. She has told me that it doesn't go with the decor and that there are some really nice desks that I can get on Craigslist for a couple of hundred dollars. She has repeatedly sent me Craigslist listings which I have deleted. But now I am going to have to start looking at them.