Day Two Hundred & Seventy-two: 11/13/2023
We just have to make it five days and then it will be the Thanksgiving holiday. Just 40 hours of on the clock time to then have a reprieve from students and faculty. Granted, next week the custodial staff has to work two days, but it’s the thought that matters. It's still a holiday week!
I honestly didn’t have many complaints today. Well, not more than the usual day. I have annoyances that I have to deal with each day. Especially when there are events and we have events everyday except Friday!
My brain has been occupied with other thoughts though. I have plans for my future, so my present is being disrupted. I’m not sure if everything will work out. Except, I want to see changes to my distant horizon. Being a custodian has served its purpose, however, I need to have something more fulfilling than cleaning up after the youths.
Perhaps, if I had more appreciation for children, then, maybe I’d feel different. Only, I don’t have that sort of appreciation towards the young. They are necessary, but I’m not driven by them. That’s the big reason why I couldn’t ever be a teacher. Well, I’ve been thinking maybe I could grow to be a teacher for undergraduates. That would be something. Wouldn’t it?
I feel like I’m just rambling, or is it just incoherent writing? My thoughts are in about five different places. I need some tiny little police officer to direct my thoughts to their proper direction, or maybe a stoplight would be beneficial for my subconscious. Anything to deliver the right receptors to the cognitive mind.
Day Two Hundred & Seventy-three: 11/14/2023
There’s another concert this evening. Well, to be specific we have piano concerts tonight and the next day. I believe that these students are much more subdued compared to some of the other groups that perform. I wonder if it’s just the style of pianists to be genteel and quiet. Perhaps that’s just my interpretation of their behavior. From a distance they seem just a bit more mature than the average student running down the halls. So, I’m stating out right, I’m pleasantly content with the scenario this evening. Trying not to complain as much!
I was right! It was a fine night. It also didn’t hurt that the piano event ended by 8pm. Generally, we are literally having to kick people out of the building. The chorale of patrons was not a problem this evening. I certainly wasn’t mad. I was able to finish the rest of my work without complaint and I’ve had time to sit and type out my thoughts for this evening.
I may not feel a sense of satisfaction from my job. Even though I know that my position is necessary for the school to operate normally. However, I don’t gain some sort of gratification from my duties. I want to do more to make a living. I want to make an impact beyond the walls of an educational institution. One day I suppose.
Day Two Hundred & Seventy-four: 11/15/2023
I made it through another hump day. Though, I wish I didn’t have to work today, but do I ever want to work any day? It’s fine, it’s all fine! I think there are high moods and antics transcending around and down the halls. The students are anticipating their time off and I am too. After today it will be just two more days to have the school cleaned out.
Everything was pretty normal today. I roll my eyes when I see garbage on the floor, but when I don’t see the assailants in the crime then I can’t really yell at anyone. Instead, I have to sweep it up as if it isn’t rude. The highlight of my day was that I got some pie. I’m not sure why the administration staff put out pie, but who’s going to question it when some nice folks took the time to assemble a myriad of sweet pies to devour. I had two slices. I’m never going to lose weight while I continue to work here. Between the leftovers I get from the lunch ladies and all the treats that are offered, I’ll continue to be a chunky fairy.
I couldn’t really discern that there was an event this evening. It was so quiet and there wasn’t some huge hoard of attendees like we’ve had so many times before. It makes me sad that these high school pianists don’t receive the alcolade they deserve. For just a few moments I stopped my work to listen to one play. They were magnificent. I wish I could’ve stayed longer, but so much to do. I may have some skills, but I was never accomplished with musical instruments. I’m continuously impressed with the level of skills these students have. Absolutely impressed.
Day Two Hundred & Seventy-five: 11/16/2023
While biking into work today it felt as if the direction of the wind was guiding me to my occupation. It took the element of air to deliver me to my destination. I know it probably won’t be bad tonight, but I’m never quite certain until I arrive. So, for the regular thirteen minutes that I bike to work, I try to let my mind drift into obscurity. A peaceful drift into the realm of drudgery. I have all of this pent up anxiety when I first clock in, I suppose some cosmic interference was received throughout my journey to the school. I may have been peddling, but I was gliding on top of the road and pavement. I needed that sense of ease while I peddled prudently.
I’ve said this before and I’ll say it again. Some days, the students act like animals and sometimes they act like little monsters. Today, it felt like there was a building filled with hybrid humans and animals. Beasts that have little self control and willpower. It will take the power of breaking a spell to turn them back into normal children with manners acceptable for the modern world. Perhaps, I’ll have to work on some incantations for my own safety.
Until I get my hands on a reliable grimoire I’m stuck with the antics that befall the duties of this custodial job. Once they left the facility it didn't seem as bad. To note, I can state that things have been better this year than what they were last year. I want to believe that the teachers have been much more staunch on their practices of insisting the students clean up after themselves. I’m grateful, even when their animalistic attitudes discourage me.
One of the best aspects of the job is that I’m literally surrounded by art. I wish they would change them out more frequently, but I’m still thankful that I get to look at the creativeness that blossoms from the minds and hands of the young artists. I’m graced with the insides of their minds and souls. The walls are literally plastered with their uniqueness as if the walls would wail if they weren’t being used to house the sketches, painting, and three dimensional interpretations from the visual artists.
Day Two Hundred & Seventy-six: 11/17/2023
It’s the last day before an extended fall break. I don’t have much faith, but my expectations are already sort of low. Most of the space hasn’t been too bad, but past experiences have ensured that I shouldn’t trust that the majority will be respectful. Their previous discretions have lingered in my memory far more than the positive actions.
Of course I say these disparaging things and then I’m pleasantly proven wrong. I received a note of gratitude today. Addressed to Teal Fairy and the inside states, “Thanks for being such a cool custodian! Your Amazing! Have a great break!” I have to leave the grammar error to maintain the accuracy of the note, but the sentiment is definitely received. I wish I could receive something like this more frequently. I suppose I would benefit from continued validation from the youths, especially being recognized for my artistic expression.
Eventually, we got all of the students and faculty out of the building. I felt bad for those that had to linger. Specifically, the stagecraft crew. They’re always in the building late. Always busy and I’m quite impressed with what they create and manifest out of nothing. Well, they lingered while I finished my tasks for the building. I checked the doors and secured the building until we are back inside next week. So proud of myself for making it another week without quitting! Lol!
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