My financial advisor just left, after we went through the whole packet of retirement papers and I showed him the Save CCSF Champagne Luncheon Dropbox album and printed out Kamiya's pages on his neighborhood, Bernal Heights. But equally big news is that a colleague who comes into Bungalow 707 right after me, said, "Those keys weren't yours, were they?" Apparently she'd found the keys on Tuesday but thought that "No human person (did she mean normal person ?) would have so many keys." That fit in very well with my I AM DREDD! I AM THE INSTRUCTOR! self-image , recently acquired. (At least the name for the self-image is recent. Maybe the image has been with me a while.)
She told me that Juan would be at the CLAD and could let me in, which he did. "We thought they were the custodian's." That was after I'd contacted Susan, who'd written up an order, and gone down to the basement room to see Ruri Saito for replacement keys. Now I have backups!
But next year, after May 24 or so, I'll hand them in and be retired, enshallah!
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