Day One Hundred & Thirty-four: 4/10/2023
Today, I was able to exclude a jacket from my wardrobe. The temperatures have increased to a level that allows me to be free of the outer layer. It just confirms that I shouldn’t see any more ice slicked on the ground. I’ll be working a little overtime this week so I’m greatly appreciative that the weather has improved. It means that summer is approaching. I will not be glad of the warmer temperatures. I'm hoping to enjoy the spring as long as possible.
The weather may be so amiable, but I’ve started working on a very dark story. It will involve an alchemist, an artist, and a muse. It will have many many sinister twists and folds. As I try to showcase a cheerful personality, I’ll be writing some of the most devious turn of events of my life.
Okay, seriously, I’m getting very tired of finding food where there shouldn’t be food. I’m very sorry that some sad little girl is so ostracized that she feels that the only safe space to eat is in the girls toilet, but why would you put your leftover salad in the used tampon receptacle????!!! Gross, I’m already disturbed by the things that are thrown away. The way the juices and smells mingle with each other is something I’ll never forget. Finding the leftover spinach salad with feta that was drenched in a strawberry vinaigrette was not what I was expecting when I was cleaning the bathrooms. Just come on!
Also, fuck boys! I thought this prank had become obsolete, but clearly not. I found packets of ketchup placed under the toilet seat…so when you use the toilet the ketchup is supposed to go everywhere. Also, why was there a packet of mayonnaise? I hope that wasn’t being used for something other than a turkey sandwich. I’m annoyed by these things mostly because I’m annoyed how hot it was in the building. We hit seventy degrees outside, so of course the inside of the building should be in the nineties. Thanks! So appreciated! Okay…I’m done now. Lol, I’ll calm down before I have to head home.
Day One Hundred & Thirty-five: 4/11/2023
I certainly love testing week. I spent my extra time dusting, wiping, and properly cleaning my area without complaint. Because I did such a thorough job yesterday, I barely have to do anything today. I’m taking my extra time to work on my current short story. An alchemist makes a philosopher’s stone, but it is very dark and morally grotesque on how he did it. I think it will be one of the darkest stories I’ve ever written. Might even be traumatic for others to read, but isn’t that the objective when writing on the dark side of magic?
It really has been ideal today! If only we could keep the space this clean day in and day out. I know it isn’t feasible for us to do such a thing when there are hundreds of hormonal heathens harping through the hallways
Day One Hundred & Thirty-six: 4/12/2023
I really have no complaints about the day. I spent my morning chatting with a friend and then came to work. Even though we had a coworker out sick today, it didn’t infringe on my duties for the evening. I’m quite gracious that the underclassmen are required to spend their day testing. It meant that I didn’t have to work hard today. I’m still working on a short story about an alchemist. It’s a very dark story and having the time to work on it is so crucial.
Okay, I lied, I have one complaint. This school doesn’t know how to properly maintain the temperature. Either it’s freezing in parts of the building or it’s hot. It’s too early to start sweating through my clothes during the shift. I’m not ready for the summer and I don’t wish it was winter, but can't spring just feel comfortable? Damn global warming!
Day One Hundred & Thirty-seven: 4/13/2023
I really didn’t feel like styling my hair. Since I haven’t really been surrounded by students, I didn’t see the necessity to do anything spectacular. Besides, I’ve been having issues with my sleep and I really didn’t have the energy to deal with it. So, the hair is put into a low bun in the back, I added a little ribbon to compliment the purple shirt I chose to wear today.
I finished my short story about an alchemist this morning! Here’s a little snippet.
Alchemist confessed to The Teal Fairy on 28 October 1920 in Venice, Italy. Zagan reached out to divulge and surrender the secrets of their philosopher’s stone. This particular artifact is of great envy to the magical community, requiring significant discretion at the time. This is his story.
I’m not necessarily ashamed of what I did.
Knowledge is only brought forth by undisturbed experimentation. Testing and analytical study is what makes the world go round. If we were timid then we’d still be in the dark ages. We wouldn’t have or understand technology and magic, if it wasn’t for the brave that attempted what was thought to be unattainable.
Well, I’ve come to terms that I must surrender this piece of magic that I made with my own hands. I don’t have guilt for how it was made and maintained. I feel guilt because I’ve been selfish. I could have used this tool to save many, but my will wouldn’t allow me to shed a single life for another.
I’ve lived long enough and if I can no longer fill the requirements of the stone, then there is no need for me to keep it close. I wish to sacrifice my immortality tool to the services of the fairykind, but you must understand the history of the stone. It isn’t made by naturally occurring tools and devices.
Day One Hundred & Thirty-eight: 4/14/2023
I really thought the inclement weather was over. Oh, how naïve I was. Even though I kept an eye on the forecast, I really thought the weather would shift as it does over and over again. Except, today it started snowing. Even though we hit eighty degrees on Tuesday. I get what I deserve. I stated that I wasn’t ready for the summer and the heat. Well, I got the exact opposite. Thirty-seven degrees and snowing is what I got today.
I’m just grateful that I use a good setting spray. Even though I got pretty drenched I didn’t have a runny face after I biked to work. It was a makeup miracle!
What is it about schools and the inability to regulate the temperatures? I swear I’ve already vented about this earlier this week. Because the temperatures in the city dropped from the eighties to the thirties I could understand there being a slight delay in adjusting for the drastic weather. Except, I don’t understand why we can’t figure it out at all. Seriously, why is it so difficult to have the air conditioner run when it's hot and the heater run when its cold? I just don’t get it. I was trying to work on some writing in our breakroom, but the air conditioner is blowing as if we are reaching the hundred degree mark. It is overkill. Absolutely and unequivocally overkill for the situation. I’m trying to be patient, but I can’t carry five different clothing choices based on how temperamental the HVAC is going to operate for the day.
I pulled a little overtime as well this week, but so happy to call it complete and enjoy a few days off. Granted I will say, even though the temperatures have been more bipolar than unmedicated lunatic, it has still been a great week. I only wish that I could have seen the dance recital. I just had too much to do today. When the kids are not being arduously watched, then they destroy the space as if they are encouraging the custodial staff to work harder.
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