sit back and wave through the daylight
finally, it's bright out again. i'd been having weird-ass dreams all week long; the latest had been interrupted by a sky-cracking thunderstorm at two am last night.
i got transferred from my job on W 57th street because it was coming to a close, and i am more heartbroken than i thought i'd be. the crew working on the hilton grand vacation club (at least the ones i got to know better - tim, arelis, sonia, kevin, john stamos lookalike) got along so well, the job was clean and painless, and i can honestly say that i'll miss screwing in endless wall plates and label wires and hear kevin say "alrighty!" and crack bad jokes. he gave me a mini-speech at the gang box at the end of the day as we were both taking our tools home (he was headed to another job, too) saying how i shouldn't do unsafe things or let people give me shit because i'm a college helper. i didn't hear all of what he said because i was trying not to cry. it's not that i was that sad, i just get overly emotional at bizarre, poignant moments, like when you see parents being proud of their children on mtv reality shows. i walked away frowning and thought about what a crappy deal it was: you luck out and get to work with really good people that you wouldn't mind spending a summer or at least a solid month with. and electricians do this all the time; they make a friend at work just to watch them walk away, toolbag and construction boots in hand.
monday morning, i'm on an L train headed to brooklyn.
i got transferred from my job on W 57th street because it was coming to a close, and i am more heartbroken than i thought i'd be. the crew working on the hilton grand vacation club (at least the ones i got to know better - tim, arelis, sonia, kevin, john stamos lookalike) got along so well, the job was clean and painless, and i can honestly say that i'll miss screwing in endless wall plates and label wires and hear kevin say "alrighty!" and crack bad jokes. he gave me a mini-speech at the gang box at the end of the day as we were both taking our tools home (he was headed to another job, too) saying how i shouldn't do unsafe things or let people give me shit because i'm a college helper. i didn't hear all of what he said because i was trying not to cry. it's not that i was that sad, i just get overly emotional at bizarre, poignant moments, like when you see parents being proud of their children on mtv reality shows. i walked away frowning and thought about what a crappy deal it was: you luck out and get to work with really good people that you wouldn't mind spending a summer or at least a solid month with. and electricians do this all the time; they make a friend at work just to watch them walk away, toolbag and construction boots in hand.
monday morning, i'm on an L train headed to brooklyn.