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So I'm psyched to go back to work, which seems dumb, but I really do miss most of my co-workers and regulars (last night someone asked me if I still worked at the co-op! They noticed I'd been gone! How flattering!). It also seems like there's a lot of shit going down that I'd like to know more about (what the the reset and union negotiations). The novelty of being back at work will probably wear off around 10 am tomorrow morning, though.
I had a dream last night that I was spending the night at my dad's house by myself, only it was really the old church parsonage in Charlotte where my family used to live, and I got really scared being alone right when I was about to go to bed so I went downstairs to call Ashley and have her come over but when I got downstairs I looked out the window and saw a huge fight happening outside involving flammable spraypaint and people running around on fire. I recognized an old friend from highschool being hurt so I opened the door and he ran inside, and I called 911, and we ran to all the doors trying to lock them, but since it's Charlotte, some of the doors didn't even have locks, and some guy with blood all over wanted to get in but my friend didn't want him inside... then I woke up and got really freaked out because I never have dreams that are so intense, and I couldn't fall back asleep.
This morning I heard two fights on my street, one of them involved (from what I could hear) something small whizzing through the air, hitting a small child in the head, the small child crying, and the mother of the child chasing after the offender yelling "YOU INCONSIDERATE FUCK!" Then it sounded like the mother turned on her own daughter, and started yelling at her, for crying. I'd like to count the number of times an hour you can hear a parent yelling the word "fuck" at or around their children in this neighborhood. This morning it was at least twenty, coming from several different parents. But who am I to give parenting advice?
I had a dream last night that I was spending the night at my dad's house by myself, only it was really the old church parsonage in Charlotte where my family used to live, and I got really scared being alone right when I was about to go to bed so I went downstairs to call Ashley and have her come over but when I got downstairs I looked out the window and saw a huge fight happening outside involving flammable spraypaint and people running around on fire. I recognized an old friend from highschool being hurt so I opened the door and he ran inside, and I called 911, and we ran to all the doors trying to lock them, but since it's Charlotte, some of the doors didn't even have locks, and some guy with blood all over wanted to get in but my friend didn't want him inside... then I woke up and got really freaked out because I never have dreams that are so intense, and I couldn't fall back asleep.
This morning I heard two fights on my street, one of them involved (from what I could hear) something small whizzing through the air, hitting a small child in the head, the small child crying, and the mother of the child chasing after the offender yelling "YOU INCONSIDERATE FUCK!" Then it sounded like the mother turned on her own daughter, and started yelling at her, for crying. I'd like to count the number of times an hour you can hear a parent yelling the word "fuck" at or around their children in this neighborhood. This morning it was at least twenty, coming from several different parents. But who am I to give parenting advice?