Day One Hundred & Fifty-two: 5/8/2023
Okay, so last week was really tough. I was struggling with my writing and I was feeling a lot of feelings. It was a bit overwhelming. Well, the universe decided to repay me with an absolutely perfect weekend. I had fun, hung out with friends, and met some new people. It was a bit debaucherous, but still worth it.
Unfortunately, it made coming back to work a little difficult. I didn’t want to leave my apartment. Though, that’s most days I wish I didn’t have to get ready and bike to work. The kids are a bit of a mess right now, dirty little animals that crawled out of their hibernation caves, with too much energy for their tiny little bodies. I know I vent a lot about them, but they really do drive me crazy lol!
I did have a few interactions that were pleasant today. I had a kind young girl that made the effort to tell me how much they appreciated my makeup. I of course was gracious and accepting of the kind words.
I, on the other hand, had to be the bad guy…twice. There were tryouts for next year’s school musical. There were two incidents where I was approached by some young girls. Pleading to let them into the space to use a printer. Since, this space is locked up and I’m not allowed to let students in after 3:45. That’s the rule, but these young females just couldn’t take a no for an answer. They kept trying to beg for an exception to the rule. I didn’t bend. Sorry, rules are rules and besides I get tired of only being the door unlocker for people that aren’t paying attention.
Oh well, I made it through another Monday!
Day One Hundred & Fifty-three: 5/9/2023
Okay, so my problem is that I’m under the assumption that every teenager is up to no good. Why? Because I continue to deal with students doing shit that they shouldn’t be doing. The one thing I really can’t stand is seeing kids canoodling. I really feel uncomfortable when I witness underage people interacting with each other sexually.
Another moment tonight where I’m not trying to be the bad guy, but I’m not supposed to CONTINUOUSLY make exceptions to the rules because a person ‘forgot’ their shit. I’m especially not supposed to let students into the main office after 3:45. There’s a FUCKING sign for god sakes. Well, this student had their mother show up on their behalf.
These people that can’t accept the word no make me want to pull my own hair out. I’m not arguing with you, and I really don’t care about the reason. I’m following the few set of rules that are laid out for me to follow. If you want to fight that, then please contact administration at a later date. I’m not here to make your life easier. I’m here to clean the mother fucking school. So leave me alone and let me just do my job!!!!
Day One Hundred & Fifty-four: 5/10/2023
I have such little motivation for my job right now. I’ve got three short stories to finish and I’m having a hard time focusing on what I need to focus on. Showing up to a job that I don’t care that much about, doesn’t help.
I’m not saying that I hate my job, but I don’t care for it. These kids are going feral again. The messes that I keep having to clean up is befitting a zoo, not a premier school for the arts.
Day One Hundred & Fifty-five: 5/11/2023
I had to take a car to work today. The rain was just too much. Granted, I love a good gray and rainy day. I don’t even mind getting a little damp while I’m out and about. Only, the rain that is occurring is not the typical mist that I’m used to. This is a real nonstop downpour. I got completely drenched last night on my way home. If it doesn’t seem too bad tonight then I’ll walk home. Otherwise, I’ll be spending the money on another vehicle to transport me a mile and a half home. It doesn’t sound that far, but it’s far enough to get soaked within thirteen minutes.
Now, the one aspect of my job is that I’m not required to engage with anyone. There’s no reason that I should ever have to speak. My job is to clean without comment. Yet, I keep having to use my voice to call out stupidity. Tonight, I had to yell to a pair of adults that were attempting to prop open the back door. That is NOT permissible. I called out, “please don’t prop that door.” They agreed and I told them, “You’re not supposed to come through this way. You’re supposed to come in from the entrance.” I was told, “we came in this way because it’s raining and there was no parking.” REALLY?! I don’t care! I responded, “Well, that’s against school policy, it’s a safety issue.”
Goddamnit! I’m tired of telling people the goddamn rules. There should not be exceptions for certain and I don’t care who you are. You have to follow these rules. It’s standard. I shouldn’t be the one telling people anything, but I’ve been having to deal with people all week. I’m grateful tomorrow is Friday.
Day One Hundred & Fifty-six: 5/12/2023
Thank goodness for Friday. I made it another week. I felt quite tested too. I know it’s not entirely their fault when these students forget things, but it has been ALL WEEK! Everyday there has been someone needing something from me. I may be The Teal Fairy, but I don’t grant wishes.
At least for two days I won’t be asked to open a room for someone. I won’t be asked to perform a task that is against the rules. For forty-eight hours I won’t have to interact with anyone under the age of eighteen. Can’t wait!
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