On March 29, 2017
I ask my Boss Kevin if I could have March 30, 2017 off.
It is very significant to me.
It’s the Second Anniversary of my Dysautonomia.
I then asked him if he could talk
He called via mobile phone
And I told him the following:
I need this day to myself.
Last year, I tried to commit suicide
He got really quiet.
“What ever you need from me, I’ll do”
‘Just be my friend.’
“I can do that.”
I got the day off.
On March 31, 2017 he messaged me via Skype:
[3/31/2017 8:33:58 AM] Kevin H.: hey sarah, welcome back!
[3/31/2017 8:36:48 AM] Sarah R W: Hi Kevin. Thank You.
What are the circumstances now? He is no longer my Boss(wrongfully, for other reasons). I was told not to disclose my Health with Students (Three students were “Freaked out” in regards to my Health, so they asked for a Replacement Instructor. Funny thing, I never gave away when I’m sick while interacting with a Student. I always kept my pain to myself).
I could have never responded that day, and I would have been replaced without hesitation. It’s common sense. As long as I continue to work seven days a week (for 348 days now) within my progressive Disability it doesn’t matter, it never did.
Still shot from Burning Down The House By Talking Heads. A Group My Former Boss And I Discussed, Not To Mention One Of My Favorite Bands.
Ironic, I’m Nine Years Older Than My Former Boss, And I Was Alive And Intune With The Genius Of It All When This Track Was Released.
The Concept Of David Byrne In This Shot Is Self-Reflection And Regret.
That Phone Call. Maybe he was terrified. Maybe it was all just fashion, truth of the matter, no one really cares.