Blargh.
You might think that a battered women's shelter would be the one place you could work and NOT get hit on by creepy old men, but you are wrong. Let me start at the beginning.
After working a twelve-hour overnight shift on Sunday, I went to sleep at about 10 o'clock on Monday morning. I had a dream that I was visiting my grandparents' house with my dad. In the dream, the house was decorated with pictures of teeth because my grandpa was a dentist, even though he wasn't one in real life. Then there was a terrorist attack in the street outside. The terrorists were dressed in hooded cloaks and skull masks, carrying torches, and threatening to burn down all of the houses in the neighborhood. My dad and I were desperately looking for a place to hide, and we found a secret tunnel under the house. I crawled into the mouth of the tunnel and BAM!
I woke up on the floor of my room after falling out of my bed. My heart was racing and I was panting for breath. I quickly climbed back in bed and curled up in a little ball under the covers. It was around 7 o'clock in the evening and dark outside and completely dark in the house. I was alone except for my cat. It took me a long time to calm down and get out of bed.
I got a call a few hours later from one of my co-workers. She had to go to a training session or something the next morning and wanted to know if I could cover for her at work. I agreed and found myself back at the shelter at 8 o'clock on Tuesday morning.
I got a call from the office telling me that a repair guy was going to be stopping by to set up security cameras. I let the guy in and asked if there was anything else I could do for him. "Yeah," he said. "Two eggs over-easy, some toast, and bacon! Haw haw!"
Yeah, har dee har har.
Over the next hour or so that he was there, he kept finding excuses to come talk to me. "So, do you travel? Where have you been?"
"I went to Paris and London when I was fourteen..."
"Yeah, I thought you had been to Europe. I mean, the way your hair is and how you dress."
He talked about being stationed in Japan when he was in the military, how he liked going to museums, how culturally literate he was, blah blah blah. Finally, he was ready to leave.
"So, if you ever want somebody to go to Columbus with, you should give me a call."
Oh God. This guy was, like, forty.
"Uh, yeah. Bye!" I practically shoved him out the door.
From the living room, one of the residents was laughing. "Have you ever seen this really awkward situation and all you could think about was how funny it was?"
"I'm so glad I can amuse you."
I got off at noon, went home, and went back to sleep. I woke up about 5, got on the computer, and found out that Heath Ledger was dead.
After working a twelve-hour overnight shift on Sunday, I went to sleep at about 10 o'clock on Monday morning. I had a dream that I was visiting my grandparents' house with my dad. In the dream, the house was decorated with pictures of teeth because my grandpa was a dentist, even though he wasn't one in real life. Then there was a terrorist attack in the street outside. The terrorists were dressed in hooded cloaks and skull masks, carrying torches, and threatening to burn down all of the houses in the neighborhood. My dad and I were desperately looking for a place to hide, and we found a secret tunnel under the house. I crawled into the mouth of the tunnel and BAM!
I woke up on the floor of my room after falling out of my bed. My heart was racing and I was panting for breath. I quickly climbed back in bed and curled up in a little ball under the covers. It was around 7 o'clock in the evening and dark outside and completely dark in the house. I was alone except for my cat. It took me a long time to calm down and get out of bed.
I got a call a few hours later from one of my co-workers. She had to go to a training session or something the next morning and wanted to know if I could cover for her at work. I agreed and found myself back at the shelter at 8 o'clock on Tuesday morning.
I got a call from the office telling me that a repair guy was going to be stopping by to set up security cameras. I let the guy in and asked if there was anything else I could do for him. "Yeah," he said. "Two eggs over-easy, some toast, and bacon! Haw haw!"
Yeah, har dee har har.
Over the next hour or so that he was there, he kept finding excuses to come talk to me. "So, do you travel? Where have you been?"
"I went to Paris and London when I was fourteen..."
"Yeah, I thought you had been to Europe. I mean, the way your hair is and how you dress."
He talked about being stationed in Japan when he was in the military, how he liked going to museums, how culturally literate he was, blah blah blah. Finally, he was ready to leave.
"So, if you ever want somebody to go to Columbus with, you should give me a call."
Oh God. This guy was, like, forty.
"Uh, yeah. Bye!" I practically shoved him out the door.
From the living room, one of the residents was laughing. "Have you ever seen this really awkward situation and all you could think about was how funny it was?"
"I'm so glad I can amuse you."
I got off at noon, went home, and went back to sleep. I woke up about 5, got on the computer, and found out that Heath Ledger was dead.