Tomorrow is my last day at Interesting Manufacturer, or whatever pseudonym I gave the company three months ago. They actually ran out of work for me today. To keep busy I washed my desk, wiped down counters and tables in the kitchen, and even did other people's dishes; but I was still off the clock by 3:30. Tomorrow, if the HR director remembers her keys, I'll have a full day of filing and that will be that. Done. Finito. Unemployed.
And I won't even be able to take one last set of semi-decent landscape photos or inadequate butterfly photos with my Canon Cyber-Shot. On Sunday, I served in church for the first time in a new capacity, as Verger. (I keep forgetting the title, and my brain keeps offering the term Valeyard instead, which is very different!)
The Verger is sort of a master of ceremonies and sergeant at arms in an Anglican church. At St. Michael's the job includes wearing a snazzy red medieval robe, which actually fits me. Since it was my first time wearing it except to try it on, I asked the two torchers (candle bearers) to take a few pictures of me during Mass. They did - but then one of them, who is about 12 or 13 years old, left with his parents about two minutes after Mass, with my camera still in his pocket! They live in the boonies, so I'm picking the camera up from his dad (who works evenings) after I get off work tomorrow. So, no final butterfly photo hunt!
Totally unedited camera phone shot #3
Funny thing, though. The company's head of IT, a great guy by the way, saw me taking a few lame photos with my phone tonight as he was leaving work and I was waiting for John.
"Hard to catch, aren't they?" he said, calling out the window of his truck.
Not sure I'd heard him correctly, or what he meant, I just said, "Yes."
"I've been chasing that black butterly for the last week and a half," he said. "It's just impossible!"
I nodded and chuckled, and he drove away.
But I think tomorrow I'll email him this picture: