One month from today, the orange people will begin the first wave of the invasion.
No, I have not gone insane (well, probably not). WinFly is scheduled to begin a month from today, weather permitting. Over a nine-day period (again, weather permitting), the station’s population will more than triple with what old hands call “the orange people,” largely because those of us who’ve wintered are now the color of grout. New grout, but grout all the same.
I, for example, match my chef jacket.
While WinFly will bring more noise, more bodies and more work for us, perhaps it’s for the better. We could use some new blood (not literally, although…). We’re starting to fray a bit. Yesterday a colleague became apoplectic when someone “took away the plastic wrap again.” It was still in front of him.
The previous morning, I couldn’t figure out why the same toothpaste I’ve had for more than a month tasted so different. Then I realized I had actually put my Burt’s Bees Orange Facial Cleanser on my toothbrush. This is the telling bit–after the realization, I kept brushing with it.
And don’t get me started about the fits people threw when they closed the bar for three nights due to weather.
So I for one will welcome the orange people, at least until they start to annoy me (I give it a day). It will most likely mean no longer having a room of my own, and that’s a drag, but with the orange people comes mail, including, hopefully, the fruits of a recent online shopping spree. I had to buy new sneakers, as mine are dead, and more Burt’s Bees Orange Facial Cleanser. For some reason, I’m running low.