8:13 a.m. - 2020-05-19
And in the dreams there's an entire part where he has to explain to me why he was with me because I wasn't taking him seriously. That part runs different, sometimes im really mean, othertime I'm just like oh okay seems legit when he basically says "Because I want to be with you :)"
Brain's are so weird. I have this dream a few times a year, it lasts for a bunch of nights, sometimes only one or two, but sometimes (like this time) it's three or more.
It's like rewatching a movie, but your brain has stuck you in it, and you don't really know what's going to happen this time but you know there will be a happy ending.
At least so far it's been happy. Dont really want to think about a bad ending to this particular dream.
Woke up to my calf muscle trying to charliehorse, so now I'm being careful not to point my toes. And I've drank a bunch of water, because i was told as a kid charliehorses are caused by dehydration. but ive never looked that up so maybe i should do that
i dont work today, yesterday it rained the whole day but i managed to stay relatively dry. And only one stupidity, a dude got all up in my bubble in order to let himself into the building (not saying excuse me or anything so I didnt know what was happening, he just kept getting closer and closer to me, almost pinning me into a corner of the vestibule) and then demanded to know if I had buzzed the person down from their apartment because I was "not allowed in the building, for any reason!!!"
Dude wasnt even wearing a mask and I wanted to be like, if you actually cared about the other residents here, you'd be wearing a mask instead of just yelling at delivery drivers who are clearly waiting for someone to come get their package.....
Then, when he went inside, he pulled a chair around the corner from me and was talking to someone else, who also wasn't wearing a mask, about how they needed to be vigilant about keeping "riffraff" from getting in the building.
And it suddenly occured to me that if I had different skin, this job would be a whole different fucking circus. Like it's wonky enough just being a woman and having to correct people (Nono I deliver, I'm not one of the assistants. I don't have the knowledge to tell you the dosage of that. No, I dont work in the Dispensary, Yes I am a Lady Driver, I drive while being a lady every single day)
So just another reason to tip the shit out of delivery people. Always, no matter what.