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Topic: IT IS WELL WITH MY SOUL (don't write about the song) (04/02/15)
- TITLE: When the bat hits the fan
By Corinne Smelker
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“Bat?” I exclaimed.
“Bat,” she affirmed.
Why me? I thought. As if having a major fight with my fiancé about the wedding (which I think we called off in the heat of the moment, and I was not sure I was entirely sorry about that) was not enough, now I come to a job I intensely dislike and find bat poop on my desk – oh happy day (insert sarcasm here).
I snuck a quick peek around the corner to find several exterminators crowded around my desk. AARGH, I bet they’ve found my stash of candy! No matter, even if they had, there was no way in this lifetime that I would ever use anything in or on my desk ever again.
Suddenly all hell, well bats, let loose! There was a battalion of bats, a well-drilled squadron of the flying rodents, a veritable legion of the vermin, squeaking and swooping in and out of the newly exposed ceiling tiles.
Kevin squealed like a little girl and hid under his desk; meanwhile Gemma took her keyboard and started swinging like she was a pro baseball player, and the exterminators yelled for calm. Yeah — like that was going to happen — I’d worked with these people five days a week for three years, they’d been known to stampede at the sight of a cockroach.
The lights must have disoriented the bats, and like all rodents, they aimed for the dark — but there was a ceiling fan blocking their path — can you see where I am going with this? One of the unfortunates got hit by the blades and in its groggy state got thwacked again and again. I don’t have to draw you a picture of what that looked like, do I? Suffice to say, bat entrails, bat blood and wings are not strong enough to withstand the high speed and pressure of an industrial sized fan.
Meagan lost her breakfast, which caused Kevin to do the same. I stood in the middle of the carnage speechless, something that doesn’t often happen (as my perhaps now former fiancé can attest).
I shook my head, walked over to the reception desk, found a piece of copy paper and a pen and wrote, “I resign, effective immediately, Janice Daniels” and walked out — less than five minutes after I had arrived.
As I made my way to my car I realised that for the first time in a very long time I was actually happy. The wedding was quite definitely off, and I quit a job I detested (even if it meant abandoning my candy!) On paper everything looked bad, and I knew I’d face some irate people, but what I needed was a fresh perspective. I needed to make decisions for me, not to make others happy.
This was the best Monday ever! I knew I had made the right choices.
As I started my car and pulled out of my parking space. “You spin me right round like a record, baby,” began playing.
“Just like that bat,” I chuckled.
Spirits lifted, and roof down on my convertible, I whooped and hollered as I drove away. Sometimes the bat had to hit the fan in order for one to get clarity on life.
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