The morning came to me in flashes. Evidently one too many, tilting my head and then exploding in a flailing fit of hysteria when I saw that I'd slept 25 minutes past the beginning of my shift.
I never brushed my teeth.
But all in all I'm glad. It was pretty exciting actually. After tossing out any upkeep of hygiene to insure that I clock in no later than necessary, I was able to sneak around all of my higher ups who were only a few steps or a thin wall away from me with various overlapping vantage points on the clock-in system. Go me.
But why were you so late Jon?
Good question, Voices-in-my-head. Well, you see, last night I was winding down for the night having just said goodbye to my lovely red-haired muse when I was informed that at my apartment in Norman a certain bit of festivity was afoot. And where there are refreshments, there's drama. Not to belittle the issues because they were valid, but I had every intention of hitting the hay early. The pull of one conversation and the sobering content of another left me very depleted of social juices. My cup was empty, so to speak. But theirs most definitely were not, let me tell ya. I'm not quite sure how this comes about but all of my close friends at the shindig all missed me and having been quite socially lubricated, all wanted to impart this news upon me through bumbling lips and bouts of unexplained laughter. I couldn't help but laugh through all of this, catching myself trying to gleam something from each of their goodbyes when at the end of the day, none of the words actually mattered because they were all pretty messed up. I scraped up the bits and pieces of emotion they lobbed my way and had quite the bounty for the night. I have no idea what they were actually doing. It was supposed to be board games, but over the course of various hangups and butt-dials one roommate chased down a friend as she screamed out her window in panic, another insisted on riding the house dog, and all the others made so much noise it would have been of no surprise to me if they were actually just lying on the floor screaming instead of talking at all. But I enjoyed each of their goodbyes.
A few minutes pass and I get one last call from my guy roommate. It was a heavier one, talking to me hush hush as he sat out in a dark corner of our backyard. I'm really not sure where to go with it. I kinda had this fairy-tale idea that when we came back the time would have put to rest all the issues that any past transgressions may have created, but it seems they were just put on hold instead of meeting the dial tone. There were also some new things. Things I still don't know because one roommate figured out indirectly and the other is the one who means to tell me, but due to it's subject matter cannot justify doing so digitally. I will learn more about this when I make my drive up to school. In a weird way I kinda look forward to it. Like a new challenge that lies ahead. But i also am being reminded, as my SO has been recently, that in this life our work is never over.
Back to now-
Work was terrible and a kid refused to keep his clothes on today, flashing his private parts to any and every person that had eyes and aimed them in his direction. Which was most everyone, because he would wave everyone over when I wasn't paying attention and have them gather around his exposed junk. I know this happened because 1) little kids kept telling me they'd seen his junk and 2) I kept seeing the entirety of my group gathered around him with hands on their cheeks like Macaulie Culken. On the bright side, I got to clock out and leave reporting the kid to the higher ups to the afternoon checkout staff (cleaning made me super late leaving so they shoo'd me away) and a few cougars threw meek flirtations at me. I'm not one for flirting, mainly because it is a skill that eludes me, but I think anybody can enjoy a compliment now and then.
The rest of the day I shared laughter with many friends for the last time for a while, and like most nights ended my socialization with driving my childhood buddy home.
Tomorrow is my last day handling satan's minions. Wish me luck.
I never brushed my teeth.
But all in all I'm glad. It was pretty exciting actually. After tossing out any upkeep of hygiene to insure that I clock in no later than necessary, I was able to sneak around all of my higher ups who were only a few steps or a thin wall away from me with various overlapping vantage points on the clock-in system. Go me.
But why were you so late Jon?
Good question, Voices-in-my-head. Well, you see, last night I was winding down for the night having just said goodbye to my lovely red-haired muse when I was informed that at my apartment in Norman a certain bit of festivity was afoot. And where there are refreshments, there's drama. Not to belittle the issues because they were valid, but I had every intention of hitting the hay early. The pull of one conversation and the sobering content of another left me very depleted of social juices. My cup was empty, so to speak. But theirs most definitely were not, let me tell ya. I'm not quite sure how this comes about but all of my close friends at the shindig all missed me and having been quite socially lubricated, all wanted to impart this news upon me through bumbling lips and bouts of unexplained laughter. I couldn't help but laugh through all of this, catching myself trying to gleam something from each of their goodbyes when at the end of the day, none of the words actually mattered because they were all pretty messed up. I scraped up the bits and pieces of emotion they lobbed my way and had quite the bounty for the night. I have no idea what they were actually doing. It was supposed to be board games, but over the course of various hangups and butt-dials one roommate chased down a friend as she screamed out her window in panic, another insisted on riding the house dog, and all the others made so much noise it would have been of no surprise to me if they were actually just lying on the floor screaming instead of talking at all. But I enjoyed each of their goodbyes.
A few minutes pass and I get one last call from my guy roommate. It was a heavier one, talking to me hush hush as he sat out in a dark corner of our backyard. I'm really not sure where to go with it. I kinda had this fairy-tale idea that when we came back the time would have put to rest all the issues that any past transgressions may have created, but it seems they were just put on hold instead of meeting the dial tone. There were also some new things. Things I still don't know because one roommate figured out indirectly and the other is the one who means to tell me, but due to it's subject matter cannot justify doing so digitally. I will learn more about this when I make my drive up to school. In a weird way I kinda look forward to it. Like a new challenge that lies ahead. But i also am being reminded, as my SO has been recently, that in this life our work is never over.
Back to now-
Work was terrible and a kid refused to keep his clothes on today, flashing his private parts to any and every person that had eyes and aimed them in his direction. Which was most everyone, because he would wave everyone over when I wasn't paying attention and have them gather around his exposed junk. I know this happened because 1) little kids kept telling me they'd seen his junk and 2) I kept seeing the entirety of my group gathered around him with hands on their cheeks like Macaulie Culken. On the bright side, I got to clock out and leave reporting the kid to the higher ups to the afternoon checkout staff (cleaning made me super late leaving so they shoo'd me away) and a few cougars threw meek flirtations at me. I'm not one for flirting, mainly because it is a skill that eludes me, but I think anybody can enjoy a compliment now and then.
The rest of the day I shared laughter with many friends for the last time for a while, and like most nights ended my socialization with driving my childhood buddy home.
Tomorrow is my last day handling satan's minions. Wish me luck.
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