Once the old lady gets to work she will probably look down and notice a hole in her paisley shirt. She will more than likely sigh deeply, kick off her shoes, and bury her messy head in her work, determined to make the best of the day. When she buries her head in her work, she will not notice when all but one of her team members (who is on the phone with the infamous help desk) leave their desks and head to the meeting room for a morning team huddle that was, by some unknown error, not pinned to her Outlook calendar. The co-worker will eventually hang up the phone and she will ask the old lady why she isn't in the meeting.
WHAT MEETING?
When she learns about the team huddle, she will rush to the conference room, shoes clutched to her chest. She will definitely apologize to the manager and the rest of the team for her tardiness and when she apologizes; her apology will be met with a scowl and a curt reproof. Now that she has her manager’s attention, she will be called out and scolded over an innocent standing joke between all the temporary employees. Secretly she may wonder why she took the fall for something that several people participate in, but we will never really know for sure because wisdom tells her to keep her mouth shut.
Now when an old lady has that much wisdom, it shows—silver and glistening on her head. And when her crowning glory is au naturel, a co-work will probably tell her that she would look like a whole new woman if she would color it auburn and use a flat iron. And after the co-worker tells her this, she will more than likely blink several times in disbelief of this brash remark and once again choose not to reply. So in order to fill an awkward silence, the same outspoken teammate will look the sleepy old lady up and down and tell her that she looks “comfortable” today. Secretly she will probably think to herself…but we will never really know for sure.
When a seriously sleep deprived old lady makes it through such a morning and then survives a meeting through her lunch hour so that she has no time to eat, she will probably spend the afternoon trying to stay focused on her work and silently praying for five o'clock to hurry and arrive. (She will not work all her assigned overtime on this day.)
Once the little clock on her computer blinks 5:00, the exhausted old lady will rush out the door and head to the local market to grab something for the family’s evening meal. By now she can hardly put one foot in front of the other and this will prompt the guy working in the produce department to look her up and down and say, “You look tired!”
To this she will squelch her usual witty comeback and reply, “I AM!”
We can’t be sure, but the exhaustion or her troubling appearance, or maybe both, will make her rush home where she will find her house to be eighty-eight degrees because: 1—its summer, 2—her daughter has been baking ALL day long, and 3—the air conditioner died.
Now the worn out old lady will try to look on the bright side knowing that the food she picked up at the market can be warmed in the microwave. Hungry from lack of lunch she will hurriedly remove the packaging, put the potatoes in her microwave oven and close the door. She will push the proper buttons and nothing will happen because something inside the handy household appliance is broken. This will cause the lady to lay hands FIRMLY on the piece of junk and cry out to Jesus!
And when she cries out to Jesus for help, He will send her husband who will give that microwave an old fashioned “workin’ over” until it reluctantly heats the potatoes. Once the potatoes are done she will eat her supper and go to bed early.
When she goes to bed early she will not be able to sleep because it will still be eighty-seven degrees in the house. So in the morning she will probably hit the snooze button…