The Board of Directors
I got this idea from Kelly, who said that I’m on her board of directors.
One of the few trusted advisers who know what she’s up to. Who are often consulted for major life decisions.
I brought my board together when I was Tokyo-bound.
Half the board, I was going to be on a plane with. (Cousin, cousin’s husband, and their kiddo.)
So, I did a separate group chat with the other half of the board. K, C and S.
I figured they’d all become friendly. But the dynamics were so weird.
K would go to our 1-on-1 chat to talk about the stuff I shared with the board.
C made his jokes that most people don’t get or want to get. So the others didn’t touch those.
S made a couple comments that I totally understood but were wide open to interpretation otherwise.
I figured if I croaked or something, they could all rally to collect my assets and hide the bodies.
Or at least help to get me out of the damn country when everything was going wrong those first few days.
Once I got home, I sent a final text from a sushi buffet in Boca Raton. And no one’s used the chat since.
Honestly, I haven’t talked to any of them since.
I mean, I got to spend time with K. here in Boca.
But I have no interest in texting anyone.
Or replying to emails, unfortunately, which means I am way behind at work — a crisis of my own making, of course.
I still don’t have a full accounting of my assets. Or beneficiaries not named Wobin, who I hope can use some cash (and yen) in the afterlife. Shit I still haven’t done last year’s taxes.
I really don’t want to leave The Board with those responsibilities. But maybe I need a board member to help me solve that shit now.
Which … that’s Kelly.
Maybe I’ll set a little goal to solve some of this shit before I see her again next month.