I’m home and I feel tired. If there’s anything you learn its that, doing things yourself in a job is the way to get it done fast and right. My co worker didn’t do too much of the hard work, and all the stuff that was tedious and time consuming so I sped up the process and used any energy I had to boost the time so we could go home. I still had to take him home too. No you’re not allowed to sit in the front. Sit in the back, it’s clean. At times like these work days I wished I could come home to you and call you and tell you stories so everything would feel fine and we’re both at peace, and comfortable. I miss you terribly so. I yearn for your company and voice and thoughts. I’ve been dying to call you at my breaks but I couldn’t, that makes me so sad… But I listen to those audios to get me by enough. Setting up rooms, taking apart dance floors that dig deep and can pierce our skin trying to remove it and put it back to the storage, closing the walls and moving giant ass tables more round and taller than us. Heavy enough to break us if they fall on us, I carry and move them myself. I would love to have you in my ear saying words that only we can hear.
3:54 I should be sleeping. Another day tomorrow that holds nothing in store for me, maybe hopefully I can do something with my mom if she isn’t so busy. Everyone is busy these days.
I will listen to these audios after I look for something new to read. I am longing for more posts.