Day Three Hundred & One: 1/8/2024
I want to publicly shame those that leave a bathroom in such a state. I want to plaster over all the walls of the entire campus that these teenage girls don’t know how to leave a bathroom looking respectful. I don’t understand why they have to behave in such a way. I know life is hard, trust me, but I don’t leave messes for the fun of it. I already have to clean the toilet, so I shouldn't have to pick up around it. Be better!
At least I didn’t have to shovel snow today, unlike some of my coworkers. That is the perk of working in the evenings. I’m not responsible for the snow removal when inclement weather presents itself. Well, at least not regularly. I personally despise anytime that I have to perform manual labor in the outdoor elements. Though, I want to shame the disrespectful brats, I’d rather deal with these messes versus the hassles the day crew encounters.
Now, there is something else I’d like to address. This is probably a good proponent for me NOT to be an educator or instructor of young adults. Because I believe that I fall within the category that insists that we shame children into submission. As I’ve clearly stated above.
Maybe not the type that scars a youngster to their core, cause I had that. I’m thinking of a subtle sarcastic shame that lingers through their thoughts and dreams slowly over time. I’m stating this outright as the school has rolled out a new system to have children act appropriately. They will be rewarded for behavior that they SHOULD ALREADY be exhibiting.
They should already have respect for the space and the adults that instruct them. I already have issues with this generation and this blatant example of coddling has me concerned. I don’t want to be in charge of these decisions, but I’m going to question how effective this will be in shaping how they view appropriate behavior in the real world. I believe that it sets an unattainable precedence for the future. Oh, but what do I know?
Day Three Hundred & Two: 1/9/2024
So I feel very badly for the choir instructors. They were here late, doing auditions for current and incoming vocalists. They were in the building right up to 9:30pm! If there was an event, then that would make sense, but to be here doing auditions until that late in the hour. They must have been absolutely exhausted. I know I’m here late, but I don’t start at 8am.
Sympathy be damned, I wasn’t too angry with the state of the building today. Though it's part of living in Colorado, but man the floors are basically destroyed from the snow and ice that is tracked from outside. The once glossy and beautiful tiled hallways look smudged and lacking any luster. We have a machine to clean them, however, it can’t get to the tight corners or curved areas. Mopping barely does anything to help.
I know my job is necessary to keep this space clean, except I sometimes find my responsibilities so pointless. I clean and clean only to watch as the space is destroyed in a matter of hours. It’s a very defeating feeling. I don’t get paid the big bucks to do what I do, I get the menial dollars to barely tolerate the actions of adolescents. I’m really in the wrong profession! HAHA!
Day Three Hundred & Three: 1/10/2024
Shame, shame, shame! If it was appropriate to print out these pictures and plaster them around the bathroom I would. I want to shame these girls. I’m going to start to include them in each of my blog posts because I’m so frustrated with the state of these bathrooms. There are literal trashcans sitting outside of the stalls for their discarded items. Trash shouldn’t be stuffed in the used hygiene receptacles. Oh well, unless we incentivize these actions, nothing will change. It will just be something I have to deal with daily. Major eye roll!
Now, I’m not sure if it was a factor, but we had issues with the fire alarms today. Annoyingly, because the entire system was replaced over the summer and part of the fall. So, they SHOULDN’T be going off without being properly triggered. Well, that wasn’t the case today. I’m also not equipped to deal with such an issue. It is beyond my pay grade and I’m not trying to be in charge. Even though I have to be while Roman is working at the other school the rest of the week. I haven’t even been in this position for two years. I feel absolutely under qualified to be in charge.
Anyway, since we had the commotion of the fire alarms I’m assuming that the disruption caused a lot of people to forget the appropriate way to leave the classrooms. So many were covered in trash. Disappointing, but I’m giving them the benefit of the doubt that they were so distraught over multiple fire drills that they were confused on how to respect the space. Just my assumption.
Day Three Hundred & Four: 1/11/2024
The temperature has dropped! I know that we are in the heart of the winter season, but there is always a part of me that wishes it won’t be like it has been in the last few years. Except, here I am not feeling that I’m equipped to deal with such frigid temperatures. It certainly hasn’t helped to keep the school regulated. Each time the doors are opened, the breeze impacts the comfort like a slap against the face. In fact, the entire cafeteria area feels ice cold. Not sure if it’s all the doors or that the space is surrounded by large windows. The heat can’t seem to be encapsulated.
In other news! I still hate being in charge. As my immediate boss is having to cover for another associate at another building, any and all responsibilities fall upon my shoulders. Luckily, nothing imperative happened this evening. Which I’m eternally grateful. I haven’t had much time to write down any of my thoughts because there was so much to do before I clock out. I suppose that is acceptable since I shouldn’t be sitting in front of my laptop for hours. However, that’s the only reason I tolerate the literal shit that I have to deal with on a regular basis. If I don’t have my downtime to write, then what am I doing here? Seriously, asking for myself.
Day Three Hundred & Five: 1/12/2024
I had an emotional moment today. It was a brief glint of an existential crisis. Though, I’ve had these glints from time to time. There are usually a multitude of factors that contribute to such a break in my facade. This was one specific surprise that made me want to run out of the door and directly into traffic. Someone left me another large obstructive pile of fecal matter in the toilet. It was huge and wouldn’t flush on its own. Just like the surprise I’ve found in the girl’s bathroom. Except, this was in the boy’s. I was perplexed and quite annoyed that I had to find a tool to help dislodge the discarded substance into the hole to which it belonged. That broke me!
All week I’ve been dealing with such disgusting trash, surfaces, and spaces that when I had to deal with literal shit I felt completely lost and discouraged. I’m actively trying to be a creative, but sometimes this job is so overwhelming to my soul. I hate to say that I’m better than this job, but I’m better than this job. I just have to keep working it until I find another lucrative profession that fulfills my creative endeavors. What I wish is that my writings would blow up the zeitgeist. One can dream. One must have dreams to keep their heads above the bile that is menial life. As I’m typing this entry I’m not quite sure I’ll be able to achieve my desires. Are they too lofty? I don’t think so, but I know that I don’t want to have weeks like this much longer. So gross!
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