Miss Communication

Miss Communication

Miss Communication was ready for work. She almost had all of her books, fact sheets (well most of them) and some resource materials. She had already passed on pieces of information to some, and couldn’t really remember to whom or about what.

Even if she hadn’t been certain of her facts, Miss Communication knew that her information brought a smile to many sad faces. Her job description was not to put all of the facts in order, nor to do proper fact checking. That was someone else’s job. She was just to gather facts, some of which only looked like facts, and present them to whomever wished to speak with her.  

She sometimes felt that she was like the pinched face old woman at the grocery store on the corner that handed out samples of tasty cheese. Proud of her own smooth and smiling face, she also wasn’t even old - not really. Everything she said sounded fresh and new, even if it was old. If it was old information, she had learned how to put a new and pleasing twist to it. Colorful bits of distraction that really led no where ~ but Miss Communication didn’t know that! With no particular employer, she was just a volunteer for any workplace that needed information passed outside of formal, and sometimes boring or very frustrating, meetings. 

Miss Communication was a bit confused and hurt though. At first she was always welcomed with her bits and pieces of good news. Then, for no reason at all, people began turning their backs on her.  Refusing all of her news that had been so welcome. Some people were even angry with her! Hurt and rejected, Miss Communication became smaller and smaller until she vanished only to reappear inside the staff room in some other workplace.

“News told, rumors heard, truth implied, facts buried.”

~ Toba Beta, My Ancestor Was an Ancient Astronaut