I leave this guy in charge when I’m out of the office.
Category: Daily Life
These are my daily rants, stories, and what not.
Where have I been
Just call me ‘Director Charpentier.’
I’m the director of the school I work at now. It is a transition of epic proportions.
Just as being a teacher doesn’t adequately prepare you for being part of administration, being just a part of administration doesn’t necessarily prepare for all aspects of being Director. But that’s ok. I’m picking it up, and actually the transition isn’t bad. But my days are long. I get to work at 6:45 am, and don’t leave until after five, usually closer to 6. This will die down to semi-reasonable hours soon. But I am prepared for the long days for the foreseeable future. It includes making lots and lots of lists.
So yeah…. I’m busy, but its a good busy.
Here’s a sneak peak at my lists for next week at work.
Target Dream
So I had this weird dream about Target last night.
In it I was driving to Target at night with my friend Dani. She was smoking in my car, which I generally don’t allow. Target isn’t far from my apartment, a mile down the road maybe, but it was a slow leisurely ride. The stars were out and there was a large moon in the sky.
When we pulled into the plaza with Target, it was switched with the other store in plaza. Giant Eagle was on the south end of the building in my dream, and Target was on the north end (opposite of reality). I parked and got out. For some reason I had a bag of kitty litter with me. An open bag of kitty litter.
Dani got out too and said she was going to finish her cigarette and then join me in Target so I headed in by myself. I also think I parked in a handicap parking spot. Weird.
I had to be let inside, as the doors had already been locked. Once inside a ‘lead team member’ said, “So you’re the guy hired to change kitty litter tonight.” He lead me around the corner to an office, and said all new workers had to take a drug test. The ‘pee cup’ he handed me was huge.
The office was strange. It looked like a nurse office, but there were no doors (even the bathroom was wide open) and the windows had no blinds. I got ready to fill the cup when I noticed the windows lined a bank drive through, and there were people using it. Without doors, or walls that would hide much, I had few options. I found a corner and did my business.
I came out and handed the guy the cup and he told it would be a good night. He started a walking tour and asked when I had applied. I didn’t know…. In my dream mind I think Sam had applied for me. He said this was the only position people do once. They only apply for one night and then they’re done.
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And that was my Target dream. How bizarre.
Sensitive Feet
Is that a thing?
Cause if it is I think I may have sensitive feet. I can’t stand walking around my apartment picking up dust and what not on the bottom of my feet. It kills me to feel it on the bottom of my feet. I have to take two steps and then dust off my feet, and then take two more steps and dust off my feet some more.
I end up just sweeping. Our apartment is old. As is our cat. The apartment collects dust. They cat scares himself when he uses the litter box and jumps out causing a mess. Its a horrid cycle.
I know. I should use slippers, or always wear socks, but I don’t want to. I like being barefoot. If I could be barefoot at work I would.
I wasn’t always like this. I swear I wasn’t. I used to go barefoot all over the place with no problems. I walked around California for three summers barely wearing shoes. I would walk around outside and up and down stairs barefoot never once caring what I was stepping in or what was on the bottom of my feet. But now…. one pebble and I can’t continue walking.
We even bought a carpet for the bedroom, for my side of the bed, so I would walk on that last before bed and not have to wipe my feet before getting into bed. It’s bad, I admit it.
I’m AJ, and I have sensitive feet.
Fleeting Thought
Maybe I’m getting old….
I just had that rare moment when I was reading an article on CNN, thought “I should google that,” about something that has nothing to do with or is only slimly related to what I’m reading; finished the article and realized I had no clue what I just wanted to look up.
It’s kind of sad.
An extra
I didn’t intend to blog today. But while scanning all my drawings from February 2012 I came along an extra drawing that I didn’t date. But it must have been done either February 29th or March 1st. But its a nice appropriate extra drawing, because it’s raining here right now.
