Essential pt.2

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Non-Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic

Just another day



Some of you know. Others maybe not. Just so we’re all on the same page, I’ll reiterate... I. Am. Essential....or so they tell me.


Me? I have my doubts.


My first task this morning was to hang some signs. No big deal. Just a couple of signs, right?  Uh -huh.


In the early morning mist of a Coronavirus Thursday, I was hanging:


“Tribal Government has declared A State of Emergency...This Facility is CLOSED until further notice” 


signs. (I’m paraphrasing here).


The only problem, if in fact a problem  did exist within the parameters of this assigned exercise, was that I was hanging the signs on the playground.


I duct taped one sign to the ladder of the playground slide, the first item of playground equipment in from the paved area where I had parked the tribal truck that I was driving. I duct taped another to the basketball pole facing the other parking area.


I was glad that there was no one stirring in the neighborhood at 9A.M. on a frosty, forty degree reservation morning. I was glad that there was no one to witness my crime against the parents and children of the Rez.


I felt like the Grinch, Ebenezer Scrooge, Count Olaf, The Big Bad Wolf, The Wicked Witch of the West, and Cruella de Vil all rolled into one. With all of the children out of school...Hell! With the parents AND the children home for the duration, there I was closing down the playground on the Rez.


Don’t get me wrong.  As a responsible citizen, I understand EXACTLY why my actions are necessary. Jesus, Mary and Joseph! Oh, I comprehend the necessity just fine. 


Which does exactly zero to placate my uneasy conscience.


As I headed back to my vehicle, I couldn’t help but take notice of all of the names, handprints and footprints pressed into the concrete at the edge of the playground. Concrete applause to a job well done. 


How old are Ashley, Brein, Ryan, Matt, Jake, Teila, Connor and all the rest now, I wondered. Are these kids even kids anymore?


What would THEY think of some asshole from the Ops Department shutting down THEIR playground?


It doesn’t matter.


I thought about the interview for the job that I’m doing now. One of the panel of interviewers asked me “What if your boss asks you to do something you don’t agree with?” I thought it was a theoretical question. Although I agree with the decision to close down the playground, I don’t have to feel good about it.


I got back in the truck and set off toward the Admin building and the next order of business for my Thursday morning. An upbeat tune came on through the truck’s speakers. But I felt sad all the same.


Tomorrow is payday. At least I’m still working.

Submitted: March 27, 2020

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