Back in the Office!

For the past couple weeks, my papa’s schedule has been so out of whack. For quite some time, we had been spending every moment of every day together (except for that month he went to India — I was so mad at him). And now, all of a sudden, he leaves in the morning and I don’t see him until later in the evening. He always says he’s leaving to “bring home the bacon”, but he never brings home bacon!! Never! Maybe he’s just confused. I am. I don’t know where he goes, but I’m always happy he comes back (even if he always forgets the bacon).

“Just don’t leave
Don’t leave

And true love waits
In haunted attics
And true love lives
On lollipops and crisps”

— “True Love Waits”, Radiohead

Well, this particular morning was different. It’s Friday; and he took me with him! Just like old times.

I was so excited. My butt started doing the wiggle waggle!

I wondered where were we going? Last week, I joined my papa to see Uncle Chris at Humboldt County and we went hiking and camping at the Lost Coast Trail. I was tired, but that was so much fun. We spent the night under the stars amidst the redwoods that first night. And a second night, we spent under those same stars, but this time next to the Pacific Ocean. Listening to it, while my papa was sleeping in the tent with me, was like music to me, along with my papa snoring too. Well, it’s music to me, but probably not to anyone else.

Anyways, I didn’t think we were going hiking. My papa’s clothes were not hiking clothes. He looked relaxed, with a pair of jeans, jean jacket and brown boots. He calls it a Canadian Tuxedo. I’m not sure what that means. We crossed the Golden Gate Bridge listening to Radiohead, and made our way close to the ballpark. I’m not a San Francisco Giants’ fan, but I know my papa loves AT&T Ballpark.

My papa told me he has a new job now; that’s what he means by “bacon”. It still doesn’t make sense to me, though I do humor him. I can tell he loves his job. He works at Upwork, which is a technology platform that connects 12 million plus freelancers with companies that are looking to get projects completed. People from all over the world are able to provide for their families by running a business from their home. I just figured out that may be what my papa means by bacon. I may be a dog, but that sounds really cool.

He spent the day talking to “candidates”. I just couldn’t understand it though. No matter how hard I looked, or how hard I tried, for the life of me, I couldn’t find any “candy” and he wasn’t making any “dates”. He told me that he was hiring for his team. I looked at him like I do when I don’t understand what he’s saying, cocking my head one way, this way, and that. I’m not sure why he needed anyone else on this team. I was his team. We were a team.

I wonder if he knew that? Note to self — make sure my papa knows we are a team. If he wants to hire others, I’m ok with it, as long as I’m second in command.

For lunch, we walked to AT&T Park, though they didn’t let us in. Maybe it’s cos we are Dodgers’ fans? Or Red Sox fans? Or Cubs’ fans? We saw the greatest player in baseball history, and said “hey” to the Say-Hey Kid, the great Willie Mays. We saw the high leg kick of Juan Marichal.

Afterwards, when we arrived back at the office, we went to the balcony to check out the view. I made sure there were no shenanigans going on in the street below us.

My papa went back to work, talking to the last of his candidates (which still doesn’t make sense to me). He can be a strange man sometimes, and he does strange things and he says strange words. But I still love him. I wonder if everyone else thinks he’s strange. No one better, cos if they do, I’ll protect my papa from them. Only I can say he’s strange.

We are on our way home now. We had a perfect Friday.

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