I again float between consciousness and dreams, these dreams I dream will rarely be remembered, but when they are remembered it is with a clarity that is unsurpassed. Occasionally my dreams will have an added soundtrack that gently runs beneath the radar of my mind, this soundtrack is the movement of the person with whom I share my room. Her movements are appropriated by my dreams and when my alarm awakens me from my somewhat peaceful slumber… I don't listen, “its Friday” I say to myself “I don't have to work until 1pm!” so I change the alarm and go back to sleep, and when I do awake, she is already gone.
I get up and move through the motions of the morning getting this and forgetting that as I stride swiftly out the door, tap my foot as I wait for the elevator to descend. When I walk into the lobby of the building, I refrain from checking the time; I know that I’m running behind. It is fortunate that I only live a block away from work, I step into the second elevator of the morning and when the doors open at my intended destination I begin my determined walk down the halls from the security desk to the woodshop, or the Fabrication Studio if that is preferred. When I schedule appointments in my planner I always entitle it SF Studio, which I think, is a lovely blending of formal and laid back.
Whenever I open the door of the shop I am met with a flurry of sawdust and most often, the sight of busy people working at the tables or operating power tools. For those people who know me well, [this is a relative term] I get a nod of recognition or a quick smile or wave sometimes both. In general I am not a big fan of most people, people I find are quite annoying, they don’t often have very many manners and I’m sure that half of them aren’t even aware of the word or its meaning, and this lack of manners is added to many other quirks in personality and various other things. So I suppose that it is true what people have said of me, my friend Amber specifically said that the best quote for me would have to be that “Stupid people annoy me!” and I’m not sure that would be my top choice, but it would definitely be in the running. Now don’t think that I am a cold-hearted individual, just because I have little or no tolerance for the self-inflicted ignorance of stupid people, I love people individually just not in mindless chaotic masses, but I digress.
The shop, “ahh, what a crazy place it is”, I quite often leave tired, but satisfied. Fridays are ‘supposed’ to be slow, as said by Brian. Brian is the one who, oh so casually asked if I could fill in until he could find someone to work on Friday’s, while both he and I knew that he would be unable to find anyone. Well, needless to say, this Friday was anything but slow, with people running around doing projects, Andrew walking in and out, Andrea trying to print large pictures from the shop computer that wasn’t hooked up to a printer and Brian running around, or locking himself in his office trying to get work done, and lets not mention Matt’s class coming in, doing a demonstration and then overrunning the shop with questions and bodies. What fun! Ha. I really can’t complain though, its not as bad as dealing with an obsessive or irate customer who can’t wait 6 weeks for their furniture when they were specifically told they’d have to wait eight. “How do you reason with people like that?”
“Very carefully”
I went home after work and said “hello” to my roommate as I walked through the door into our shared space, I like my roommate but I can’t wait to get an apartment. The days are so full I can't write just one post, its just so long
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