This morning, the assistent manager was fired. My boss walked out of his office with a huge smile on his face. We were all in good spirits all day, despite the fact we were lined to the road, morning til evening. There is no more stress about that place, and I'm more at ease to go in on weekends. It means I won't get yelled at until I cry for forgetting to push a button, or something else so trivial that it wouldn't matter.
I came home at 5 to an empty house. I couldn't show my hands off. They were almost purely blackened with dirt and chemicals and dried blood. My nails are outlined in black. I washed my hands and the soap turned dark, dark gray. After scrubbing them, they are still stained, and you can clearly see my fingerprints and each tiny crack in my skin. White, compared to before. These aren't a womans hands. They're not silky and white and smooth and everything else they should be. Do people even understand dirty work gets you dirty? There's nothing appealing about manual labor, or so it would seem by everyones reaction who's seen my hands today.
The cashiers at the video and food store paused and stared before taking my money.
I made my bed tonight, finally. I told my mother I'd now go lie in it. But, really, it was difficult. I somehow manage to take a half hour getting that white thing on, before you put the sheets on. When you pull one end tight, the other comes up, despite the fact there's elastic everywhere so that shouldn't happen. After I put a sheet on, I called it a night. No laundry, no cleaning. Instead, I sat on my mothers bed and told her/acted out stories of my day, and cracked jokes about everything she did. She managed to plug in one of her lamps, behind a huge dresser, in the dark, and then there was light. The she stood up and could not remember what she was going to say to me. To which I replid 'well, one light goes on, another goes out.'
I've done not much but joke around tonight. Be a smartass. It's so much nicer when someone starts to understand your own humor, and can return it. Taking no offence.
I had to wear my knee brace tonight. My bad knee had a split-second moment where something popped. Not dislocated, but something locked on the backside, and before I could realize it and stop moving so I could work it out, I kept moving, and it felt bad. I used to have this problem when I was a kid. People didn't understand why I wouldn't move for an hour or two. My leg was just locked, bent at the knee, because of one of those veins in the back, or something. Then I had surgery for my knee cap. And a year and a half later, something is fucking up again. So now I wear a brace tonight.
My sister and I have not had contact in a long time. I have yet to send her all 50-some pictures I took of her cat. I wanted to call them, she and her boyfriend, and ask them to come over tonight. But I realized I had nothing to offer them, and I'd feel bad for asking for their time, so I didn't.
Last night, I almost hit 2 non-moving cars going 1 mph. One was at a stop light, I was looking to my left and saying I should go park in the parking lot over there. I looked ahead, and was slowly creeping toward the car infront of me. I stopped but an inch or two from thier vehicle. In said parking lot I was to park in, turning into a spot, I almost hit the car parked on the right. My headlight was mere inches from it. Instead of backing out and giving myself more room to drive in, I let my car just go. I should be more careful. But, if I was to leave before that person got to their car, I could have left them my number so we could figure legal things out. Then I could brag, 'I gave someone my number last night.' "Why?" 'Because we might have to get together sometime.'
Never drive in big cities when you're looking up at the tall buildings, as is your passenger. Someone has to keep an eye out for good stores to visit in daylight. We did okay. We drove past the dorms. Someone was having a party on the 12th floor or so in one of the towers; we saw a strobe light flashing and lights going on through the window. We joked, expressing our sympathy for the probably only 5 people who were just sitting there drinking, having a blast.. We found ourselves on a curvy, kind of empty road that I've been on once (twice perhaps if you count, when I was a passenger, the driver had to turn around) before. I'll call it Memory Lane One. There are a few of those lying about the city. There's nothing wrong with that.
I owe comments, don't I, from last night, the night before, and perhaps, the one before that?
I came home at 5 to an empty house. I couldn't show my hands off. They were almost purely blackened with dirt and chemicals and dried blood. My nails are outlined in black. I washed my hands and the soap turned dark, dark gray. After scrubbing them, they are still stained, and you can clearly see my fingerprints and each tiny crack in my skin. White, compared to before. These aren't a womans hands. They're not silky and white and smooth and everything else they should be. Do people even understand dirty work gets you dirty? There's nothing appealing about manual labor, or so it would seem by everyones reaction who's seen my hands today.
The cashiers at the video and food store paused and stared before taking my money.
I made my bed tonight, finally. I told my mother I'd now go lie in it. But, really, it was difficult. I somehow manage to take a half hour getting that white thing on, before you put the sheets on. When you pull one end tight, the other comes up, despite the fact there's elastic everywhere so that shouldn't happen. After I put a sheet on, I called it a night. No laundry, no cleaning. Instead, I sat on my mothers bed and told her/acted out stories of my day, and cracked jokes about everything she did. She managed to plug in one of her lamps, behind a huge dresser, in the dark, and then there was light. The she stood up and could not remember what she was going to say to me. To which I replid 'well, one light goes on, another goes out.'
I've done not much but joke around tonight. Be a smartass. It's so much nicer when someone starts to understand your own humor, and can return it. Taking no offence.
I had to wear my knee brace tonight. My bad knee had a split-second moment where something popped. Not dislocated, but something locked on the backside, and before I could realize it and stop moving so I could work it out, I kept moving, and it felt bad. I used to have this problem when I was a kid. People didn't understand why I wouldn't move for an hour or two. My leg was just locked, bent at the knee, because of one of those veins in the back, or something. Then I had surgery for my knee cap. And a year and a half later, something is fucking up again. So now I wear a brace tonight.
My sister and I have not had contact in a long time. I have yet to send her all 50-some pictures I took of her cat. I wanted to call them, she and her boyfriend, and ask them to come over tonight. But I realized I had nothing to offer them, and I'd feel bad for asking for their time, so I didn't.
Last night, I almost hit 2 non-moving cars going 1 mph. One was at a stop light, I was looking to my left and saying I should go park in the parking lot over there. I looked ahead, and was slowly creeping toward the car infront of me. I stopped but an inch or two from thier vehicle. In said parking lot I was to park in, turning into a spot, I almost hit the car parked on the right. My headlight was mere inches from it. Instead of backing out and giving myself more room to drive in, I let my car just go. I should be more careful. But, if I was to leave before that person got to their car, I could have left them my number so we could figure legal things out. Then I could brag, 'I gave someone my number last night.' "Why?" 'Because we might have to get together sometime.'
Never drive in big cities when you're looking up at the tall buildings, as is your passenger. Someone has to keep an eye out for good stores to visit in daylight. We did okay. We drove past the dorms. Someone was having a party on the 12th floor or so in one of the towers; we saw a strobe light flashing and lights going on through the window. We joked, expressing our sympathy for the probably only 5 people who were just sitting there drinking, having a blast.. We found ourselves on a curvy, kind of empty road that I've been on once (twice perhaps if you count, when I was a passenger, the driver had to turn around) before. I'll call it Memory Lane One. There are a few of those lying about the city. There's nothing wrong with that.
I owe comments, don't I, from last night, the night before, and perhaps, the one before that?
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I wish my problem at work would get fired, but that would never happen.
Knees are the worst part of the body to have to get fixed. Everyone I've known that had something done to their knees has the occation problem with them.
I had fun. Except for the part where I got sicker than I've ever been in my life. That kinda sucked. But it was my own damn fault.
I dread making my bed. I usually let the sheets sit there a few days after washing them before I bother putting them on.