Day Ninety-One: 1/30/2023
I grew up snow skiing, I come from a place in Texas that gets winters, and I’ve lived in the Pacific North West for years. Except, I’m not used to this type of cold. I’m not too familiar with temperatures so close to zero degrees. Talk about frigid. When it’s very cold, it’s still just super cold. Just like when it’s one hundred and five degrees, it feels the same as one hundred degrees. It’s freaking hot! This was freaking cold!!! Highs in the single digits and lows in the negative.
I knew it was going to be bad, the forecasts had me so fearful. Leading up, I scrambled and assembled all the necessary layers I would need to be able to bike to work. Well, when I went to the gym this morning I felt my literal mucus freeze within my nostrils. My eyes even became teary eyed as I walked the fifteen minutes from my apartment to the room where I lift weights. I didn’t dress for negative degree temperatures and I might have needed it. It showed me that I shouldn’t risk my health if I could manage it. I’m very glad I did. I’m finishing this post as I look out the window. There is a blanket of fresh snow on the ground and it isn’t even midnight yet. The month is coming to close and I survived, hopefully, the coldest day of the year.
I was honored with help today. I didn’t have to walk or bike to and from work today. I had a very special friend drive me to work and my crew lead was gracious enough to drop me off at my place at the end of the night. I was able to avoid the horribly cold weather. It won’t happen everyday, but so glad I was able to rely on the kindness of others.
Day Ninety-Two: 1/31/2023
The first month of the year has come to an end. I started my day riddled with unbridled anxiety. So many things have not worked out for me these last few years. Not saying that things can’t improve, but I’m terrified that there are still crazy events to happen to me. I’m hesitant to live a life, because it might get worse with one bad decision.
I’m fine now.
Surprisingly, the fact that I made it to the job sort of protected me. We are short staffed like always and so I had to deal with additional work. It’s what happens when others call out and/or have a day off. We pitch in for those that are not in attendance. It wasn’t too bad and I was able to drift intellectually while I was working.
Instead of trying to listen to serious literature while sweeping, vacuuming, and mopping, I chose to go with more entertaining audio to listen to. I haven’t re-read the Harry Potter series, so I’m slowly getting through the audiobook versions. I’m quite entertained. I’m brought back to the days when I read the books for the first time. Don’t get me wrong, I love the movies, but I fell in love with the books. I started reading them when my elementary librarian gave me the first two books to read before they went on the shelves. I fell in love with Harry Potter when I was fourteen years old. I read them into my last year in college. As I listen to the tales of the boy who lived I’m swooshed back to the time when I first viewed the pages full of magic.
Day Ninety-Three: 2/1/2023
I’m not sure why I’m so tired today. I slept well and I didn’t even go to the gym today. Except, when I got to work I was exhausted. I was so tired that I needed multiple power naps. I fell asleep in the janitor’s closet, I fell asleep on the couch in the breakroom, I fell asleep on the floor of one of the classrooms I was vacuuming, and I’m still so tired. I’m going to try to get to bed immediately when I get home tonight. I hope I maintain my exhaustion until then.
The work was partially tiring. We have multiple people out so I’m doing double the work that I usually do. Other coworkers were putting in overtime today. So, I shouldn't complain but I can make comment on the factual subject.
How could I be such a geezer, needing to rest every few hours? Well, I made it through the rest of the evening without needing to rest my eyes. At least until I got home. At least half of the week has concluded.
Day Ninety-Four: 2/2/2023
My hairstyle was a major success today. I’m superiorly thrilled because it took some serious construction. Vintage hair requires skill and necessary equipment to build the bouffant based on the century. I was going for a mid to late eighteenth century updo. I was pretty successful. At least that was the consensus from a good handful of staff, students, and instructors. Thank you!
My response each time someone stopped to compliment my endeavor. I really do appreciate it! I’m trying to grow my online presence and it’s hard. Sometimes I feel like I don’t have what it takes to stand out in a sea of talent. I’m afraid that I don’t have that spark like some have. Why haven’t I gone viral? Why haven’t I been able to find my audience?
Well, I was validated in real-time by real people. Haven’t determined if that’s better, but I do appreciate it. It confirms that I need to keep doing these fun hairstyles. At least when there are students inside the building. The Teal Fairy will continue to walk the halls of Denver School of the Arts...as long as Craig continues to receive a paycheck.
Day Ninety-Five: 2/3/2023
Oy! I made it to Friday. I really don’t like to live life for the weekend, but this has been a full week with multiple people being out multiple days this week. I’ve also managed to exercise and work on other writing projects each day. It has been exhausting. Especially since we had another exuberant performance by artists. I wish I knew more about the actual performance, all I know is that they wrote it, directed it, and performed it all on their own. It was called “Black Parade” and it was scheduled to honor Black History Month.
Funny thing happened at the end of the night. I was startled beyond belief. I was walking to put away my keys when a lovely black girl caught my attention. I literally yelled out a little. I assumed all attendees of the performance had exited the building. She’d misplaced her phone. Somewhere in the building. I’d finished all of my duties so I was gracious enough to assist. Who wants to go the entire weekend without their cellular device? We checked the dressing rooms, the small theater, and the main theater. No luck. Since the building was still going to be open for another forty-five minutes I told her she could check a little bit more. Glad she did, because she found it under the seat in the balcony. She had no clue how it got there, but it was at least in her hand as she walked out the doors.
I'll be glad to be rid of the space for at least forty-eight hours.
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