So I endured the insanely intense week and weekend of work. We pulled off a two day fundraiser by working over 40 hours in a few days (that was just me...most of my coworkers worked 10 hour days or more for the week prior to the event, I couldn't justify taking that much time from my kids prior to the crazy long hours I knew I was going to work over the weekend). I endured it happily, it was actually quite a bit of fun. I lifted and walked more than I have since the last time we did this event (even back when it was only a one-dayer, it was strenuous). I'm a little impressed with how much I can lift...I was putting bins full of cans, bins full of vegetables, boxes with six of these huge cans of chopped tomatoes up on a table over and over again, then getting them off to give them back to the contestants...I work the refrigerator truck, it has pros and cons...smells great and cools you off but the lifting is really tough and no one I work with understands how hard that gets after hours of it each day. Anyway, it makes me feel so much closer to everyone I work with, going through events like that. I was impressed by what we all accomplished with a minimal amount of office drama (I really hate office drama, but I like to be a supportive friend, so I listen to all of it even when I'd rather not).
I have two highlights from the weekend...well, both aren't really good take aways, but they're notable...The first was stopping a car accident on Sunday evening..we were driving a big uhaul type box truck back from the park to the office to unload and an idiot in a dark green car was driving down the road without lights on. Neither the driver nor the other passenger in our truck saw him and we were about to turn right in front of the car. I only saw it at the last second and screamed 'stop' several times...my coworker that was driving probably thought I was crazy. Then he saw the car too. That was scary.
The other highlight...oh wait, I just thought of a third...I hit a cop in the head with a large empty bin...whoops, total accident, he was coming in our mobile mini office and I was taking the bin out... hit him hard enough to knock him back a few steps...I felt really bad but it ended up being more funny than anything.
And the last was after all the things I did through the weekend, jumping off and on the back of trucks, lifting things I had no business lifting, driving gators around and almost getting in that accident...I end up with an injury from something as simple as slipping off the sidewalk while throwing away my water bottle on the way to my car at the end of the weekend. I twisted my ankle bad enough that there's now a gross ball of swelling popping out of it. It doesn't hurt anymore, and the swelling is only mild.
Even more difficult to endure was today's dentist appointment, but I lived through that as well. So I'm rewarding myself for everything with an afternoon at Barnes N Noble, followed by my first hair cut in 7 months. I LOVE getting hair cuts. If I were a millionaire, I'd pay someone to play with my hair on a daily basis. And clean my house. And change my daughter's diapers...not only because wiping butts is gross, but also because she HATES having her diaper changed...cries incessantly.
I miss writing fiction...I attempted to start that short story back in January but never finished it. I want to start one today for this month but I'm afraid to. I'm afraid I'll never finish it, or I'll lose interest in whatever topic I choose, or it'll be terrible. All reasons not worth my hesitation, but hard to overcome nonetheless. I want it to be light. Then I want it to be sad. I was running with my dog the other night and I saw this girl probably around 12 years old wearing a very 12-year-oldesque outfit and had long thick straight dark blonde hair. But she was riding a skateboard. And she gave me the impression that she didn't care about anything but whatever music she was listening to in her earphones. She looked above all the things that go on for kids at that age. Not even really 'above' it all, but more just displaced from it...like she was just indifferent to it. I wanted so badly to make her the center of something. Maybe that's what I'll do. Can't really hurt to try starting something now, even if I don't finish it, even if it does suck, even if I lose interest. Can't hurt.