Day One Hundred & Twenty-seven: 3/27/2023
I really hate working the early morning shift. I don’t have a choice about it. When the school is open without students we have to work the early morning hours. It didn’t help that I didn’t get any solid sleep the night before. I thought I was going to die today. I thought I was going to collapse at some point. While dusting the windows and door frames I felt as if I was going to be struck down by tiredness.
I can’t keep letting this happen. I can’t work on my writings when I’m too tired to function. Though, the work is always enjoyable. Funny, but I like it when we get the chance to slowly and dutifully clean spaces that need the extra polishing and wiping.
I’m thrilled knowing that I’ll show up to work tomorrow and it will still be clean from what was just cleaned. Not a single person should mess anything up until the students are back in the building.
Day One Hundred & Twenty-eight: 3/28/2023
Another early morning, another day where I felt like a zombie. The caffeine from my coffee doesn't kick in immediately. I need hours for the liquid energy to penetrate my bloodstream before I’m able to be jovial. At least I had some better sleep than the night before. I just need to make it the next few days. Just two more days of these super early mornings.
Day One Hundred & Twenty-nine: 3/29/2023
I’ve really hated working this early shift. I’m not sleeping well and the fact that I have to hear my alarm going off at five o’clock in the morning hasn’t helped. I’m willing to do the work I do because I liked the schedule, but I never signed up for a gig that requires me to be dressed and presentable before seven. Nope, that aint for me.
Okay, enough complaining about the early mornings.
I’m very grateful that I don’t work in a school with a gang problem. It would be extremely frustrating if we had to remove graffiti on a regular basis. I took the responsibility to clean a specific staircase that ascends from the basement to an exit on the far west side of the building. There was a few doodles and a little markings that I had to remove. These were subtle and easily removable. I just couldn’t imagine what it would be like to deal with a graffiti epidemic.
Fortunately, I only have to worry about a few minor infractions that were rubbed away. Chemicals were involved of course. There’s no way around that. We are going through all the chemicals this week. Making the glass gleam, the floors shine, and the heavenly fragrance of disenfectants permeate throughout the hallways. When school recommences next week, the students will have a replenished space to finish out the semester. Hopefully, it will be peaceful. At least, as much as it could be.
Day One Hundred & Thirt
y: 3/30/2023
Getting to work this week was a doozy! There’s a big reason I prefer to work in the afternoon. Traveling on my vintage bike, Gladys, is much easier once it’s warmed up. Even a little bit. On Monday, it snowed while I was biking uphill to work. Tuesday, was colder than the day before. Wednesday, was a bit of a struggle because I was running late. Today, there is a dense fog so thick that I could barely see twenty feet in front of my face. It was cold, wet, and scary as I spent the fifteen minutes to work. Now, I may sound like a crying baby but I thought I survived the bad weather. I already had to deal with the snow, ice, and frigid temperatures. I’m not looking forward to the summer, but all I’m asking is that my bike ride is smooth and simple.
I’m super excited that this is my last day before my vacation. Because I’ve worked very hard throughout this week, I barely have to do anything else in my area. I’m spending my time working on the story of the orks. See below!
Ork’s Apology
Ork was interviewed by The Teal Fairy 6 August 1945 in Munich, Germany. The head general of the ork forces signed a treaty with Magick Caste, the orks were the first faction to switch sides when the alignment with the organization originated. Dorin was general of the ork army that helped seize the daemon forces, which ended the war with the nonmagical mortals. This is his story.
I or we apologize most sincerely.
When fighting a war, no one believes that they are on the wrong side. It takes losing and hindsight to see the error of one’s way. I’m not saying that we acted like fools. We knew what we were doing. We knew who we joined forces with. We didn’t truly comprehend the severity of our actions. Creatures of the dark stick together. Formidable allies linked together in the shadows.
Except, we never thought of ourselves as evil. We aren’t sinister creatures like some. We like our work. We like our routine. We like to be useful. We may look like monsters, but our worst trait is our willingness to work.
Cousins to the more benevolent elves. We blindly follow those that guide us. We can’t see anything beyond our duties. We aren’t even aware that our actions have negative consequences. We forge fire fiercely, fortifying without fatigue.
You must excuse me.
I haven’t had adequate sleep in ages. Ever since I discovered what was truly occurring. We had our orders and we didn’t ask questions. I didn’t know, and I don’t think any other ork new that we were actually assisting in genocide.
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