abuses of the staffroom

I've got something to tell you...but I'll save you the suspense, there wasn't really anything all that shady going on in the staff room, not really--but it does make a provocative title.

hopped off the train by the edge of the woods, the steel tracks cutting a line through the fog...
looking half-wild with all kinds of bags strapped down for the storms ahead and an unneeded umbrella in my hand. the fun part was that i had to get it all together so i waltzed right on in the staffroom like i knew what time it was...

what was up with the mobile coffee truck. yo...what a concept!

went in to beaverton esd to get on the list, then walked out of the office and back into the bathroom putting my work clothes on, can't roll into work all high fallutin' like this. shit got crazy for awhile but it abated eventually.

I swear, people really don't know how to use copiers do they? Some people just come in and so much as look at a copy machine and it's out of order for hours. If this sounds like you I'm talking about you, do yourself and the whole rest of the world a favor and ask for help. Do NOT attempt to try it on your own. Really, those of us who work in copy places would MUCH rather do it for you, no matter how embarrassed you may be by your lack of copier magic, spending hours crawling around prying into akward corners unjamming a machine makes it so in my best interest to do whatever task you have in mind, no matter HOW small. Really I DON'T MIND. What I do mind is untangling messes...

charles charles charles.

came home, planted some potatoes, then walked to the library and got some stuff.
walked most of the way home and everyone was all out...kids and dogs and bikes and sprawled out in chairs and playing in the streets. people are real. they exist.

i walked home smelling the crapapple blossoms and thought ahh it's good to be outside.

even the busdrivers seem to be in a good mood today.
too bad i feel narcoleptic.