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Contents Cover Title Page Dedication Contents 1. 2. 3. 4. 5. 6. 7. 8. 9. 10. 11. 12. 13. 14. 15. 16. 17. 18. 19. 20. 21. 22. 23. 24. 25. 26. 27. 28. 29. 30. 31. 32. 33...
Contents Cover Title Page Dedication Contents 1. 2. 3. 4. 5. 6. 7. 8. 9. 10. 11. 12. 13. 14. 15. 16. 17. 18. 19. 20. 21. 22. 23. 24. 25. 26. 27. 28. 29. 30. 31. 32. 33. 34. 35. 36. 37. 38. 39. 40. 41. 42. 43. Acknowledgments About the Author Also by Sean Adams Copyright About the Publisher v vii 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 27 28 29 30 31 32 33 34 35 36 37 38 39 40 41 42 43 44 45 46 47 48 49 50 51 52 53 54 55 56 57 58 59 60 61 62 63 64 65 66 67 68 69 70 71 72 73 74 75 76 77 78 79 80 81 82 83 84 85 86 87 88 89 90 91 92 93 94 95 96 97 98 99 100 101 102 103 104 105 106 107 108 109 110 111 112 113 114 115 116 117 118 119 120 121 122 123 124 125 126 127 128 129 130 131 132 133 134 135 136 137 138 139 140 141 142 143 144 145 146 147 148 149 150 151 152 153 154 155 156 157 158 159 160 161 162 163 164 165 166 167 168 169 170 171 172 173 174 175 176 177 178 179 180 181 182 183 184 185 186 187 188 189 190 191 192 193 194 195 196 197 198 199 200 201 202 203 204 205 206 207 208 209 210 211 212 213 214 215 216 217 218 219 220 221 222 223 224 225 226 227 228 229 230 231 232 233 234 235 236 237 238 239 240 241 242 243 244 245 246 247 248 249 250 251 252 253 254 255 256 257 258 259 260 261 262 263 264 265 266 267 268 269 270 271 ii iii vi Guide Cover Contents 1. Dedication For Muriel 1. There are only two others on the caretaking team I supervise: Gibbs and Cline, each I’d estimate about ten years my junior. The thing we take care of is a sprawling building called the Northern Institute, located in a remote region where the snow never melts. I cannot say exactly where. I fell asleep just ten minutes into the helicopter trip here several months ago, and when I awoke shortly before our arrival, all I could see was an endless expanse of white. The Northern Institute had, for a long time, been a lively research facility. Now, having been stripped of its research budget, it is merely a facility. When research halted and the researchers were evacuated, Kay crunched the numbers and deemed it cheaper to hire a small team to look after things than to make the anticipated repairs were the building simply left vacant until research could resume. And so here we are, the three of us, in my office, drinking coffee, preparing for Friday’s work. Outside, a harsh gust howls across the snow’s surface. “Windy out there,” I say. “Even worse last night.” Cline does not respond, but instead looks out the window. “I come from a windy place,” Gibbs says, “so I’m fairly used to wind. But yes, it was very windy.” I leave a moment for Cline to contribute to the conversation, but he continues gazing out the window, his eyes thinning to a squint. “It was whipping so intensely against the walls,” I say to Gibbs, “I barely got to sleep.” Gibbs’s grip on her coffee mug tightens just slightly. “If you’re too tired, and need the rest, I’d be happy to oversee things. For the day, at least.” “That won’t be necessary,” I say. “I’m not tired.” “But you said you barely slept.” “I said I barely got to sleep,” I say. “Once I did, I slept quite well.” Which is not true. I slept terribly, but I will not admit as much, definitely not to Gibbs. Something to know: It is not required that I, as supervisor, make my office available for coffee and light socialization each weekday morning before work begins. This I do of my own volition, in the spirit of generosity. But Gibbs and Cline don’t seem to realize this. Perhaps, if I’d wanted recognition, I should not have opened my office for coffee and light socialization on our first day here. Perhaps I should’ve waited a week or two and then said, “Hey, how about I open my office each morning for some coffee and light socialization?” Or maybe just “Hey, how about I open my office each morning for some coffee?” as the outright mention of light socialization might create an atmosphere that is neither light nor particularly social. At any rate, whether I made overt my desire for there to be light socialization is immaterial. The point is, had I waited, the other two might have known a world without coffee and light socialization to look forward to each morning, and then they might see my commitment to going above and beyond and appreciate me more. But I do not feel appreciated. I feel taken for granted and often disrespected, and also powerless to correct matters, as voicing one’s desire to be respected and not to be taken for granted is much like voicing one’s desire for light socialization—antithetical to achieving the stated goal. This is the burden under which I must supervise, a burden I am sure Gibbs could not handle, though she thinks she could. She has never stated as much, only inquired about potential for advancement, but given that our ranks here
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