hi, dorkwad
my guidance counselor called me today. she obviously doesn't know that i work at the school, because she could have just walked down the hall & found me. but anyway. apparently the classes that i chose for next year are really hard to schedule together. the result? i have no lunch class first semester. i think it's frickin hilarious. i'm going to eat lunch in german class in front of a bunch of hungry kids. hee.
the novelty of my job has already given way to monotony. it's not necessarily a bad thing, but it causes me to space off a lot and not pay attention. plus i'm really clumsy. so i've spilled all sorts of things. but it's ok. i love this job because i can swear if i have to. if i'm really mad i can just yell whatever i want & no one cares. my boss tries just as hard as the rest of us to avoid working (our "15 minute breaks" really end up being 30 minute breaks because we spend 15 minutes "preparing for break"...lmao). plus, we all make fun of each other. i can tell my boss to go to hell (not that i would, but if i felt like it) and he would just snicker & flip me off or something. lol.
for the past few days i've been working with one of the custodians named tom. just me and him. i haven't had contact with any of the other kids for awhile. anyway, he's such a sweet guy, and he pretty much told me his whole life story. the poor guy has had such a sad life. i mean, i can think of all the horrible things that could happen to a person, and it seems like they've all happened to him. he talks about it all so calmly too, it's hard for me to know how to react. i just want to give him a big hug & tell him that nothing is his fault. well, except the part where he's a recovering alcoholic. he's been sober for a long time now though. but still. nothing else was his fault. he said that he's going to take me out to lunch one of these days, which will be cool. see, what we've been doing is deep-cleaning the carpets (and lord knows they need it). basically, i just help him by filling up buckets with clean water & emptying dirty water & holding up the electrical cord to the cleaning machine so he doesn't trip on it. all the other guys call it the "water bitch" job because i'm basically tom's water bitch...i just go get water when he tells me to, etc. i think it's funny. ever since i heard about the concept, i've started conforming to the role. i snap back at the guys when they make fun of me, etc. plus amanda, the only other girl working with me, is gone on vacation. so it's just me and like...twelve guys (in other words: becky heaven). gosh. what a great job :D
the novelty of my job has already given way to monotony. it's not necessarily a bad thing, but it causes me to space off a lot and not pay attention. plus i'm really clumsy. so i've spilled all sorts of things. but it's ok. i love this job because i can swear if i have to. if i'm really mad i can just yell whatever i want & no one cares. my boss tries just as hard as the rest of us to avoid working (our "15 minute breaks" really end up being 30 minute breaks because we spend 15 minutes "preparing for break"...lmao). plus, we all make fun of each other. i can tell my boss to go to hell (not that i would, but if i felt like it) and he would just snicker & flip me off or something. lol.
for the past few days i've been working with one of the custodians named tom. just me and him. i haven't had contact with any of the other kids for awhile. anyway, he's such a sweet guy, and he pretty much told me his whole life story. the poor guy has had such a sad life. i mean, i can think of all the horrible things that could happen to a person, and it seems like they've all happened to him. he talks about it all so calmly too, it's hard for me to know how to react. i just want to give him a big hug & tell him that nothing is his fault. well, except the part where he's a recovering alcoholic. he's been sober for a long time now though. but still. nothing else was his fault. he said that he's going to take me out to lunch one of these days, which will be cool. see, what we've been doing is deep-cleaning the carpets (and lord knows they need it). basically, i just help him by filling up buckets with clean water & emptying dirty water & holding up the electrical cord to the cleaning machine so he doesn't trip on it. all the other guys call it the "water bitch" job because i'm basically tom's water bitch...i just go get water when he tells me to, etc. i think it's funny. ever since i heard about the concept, i've started conforming to the role. i snap back at the guys when they make fun of me, etc. plus amanda, the only other girl working with me, is gone on vacation. so it's just me and like...twelve guys (in other words: becky heaven). gosh. what a great job :D