jdjdjdjdjdjdjdjdjdj i have wanted

jdjdjdjdjdjdjdjdjdj i have wanted to work to bed since i got here, of it this morning. i ate breakfast with my family and mommy's day and then bought some with her and then and sharks went to work til two until nine. with a shower head about fifteen minutes in there and scoop an hour of people drive-time. but yeah.

this is a take-a-bath-when-your-shift's-done job if ever i had one. working at a non-pysco-scary-mode means being on your feet at all times, sweating when you wipe down tables every half-hour or so, spraying yourself constantly with the utility faucet and milk foam, getting sneezed on by the espresso machine, handling damp rags ALL the time in EVERY task, accepting money, sorting money, counting back change, counting tips

and then all the mental crap

voiding transactions, saying thank you, remembering orders, laughing at jokes, the cash register dance, keeping an eye out the line, where's the bathroom key?, who's refilling the airpots?, how do you know a mocha frappe?, what's the ratio for sugar water?, where do we keep the porch slicers?, how much is a bagel with butter cheese?

blaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

i always want to take would bath when i come home and nothing else. never fails. with any other job, one function of a bath would be unnecessary. in a coffeeshop, where your hands get dirty and your body gets sweaty your feet get tired and you smell like too many things things and most of them your mind is spinning with a thousand demands being delivered from each of the five senses, the best, best, best, best thing is a senior clean, good-smelling, calm bath. it feels. so good.

i like this job. obviously i don't like it, but i do.

and riding my bike towards home and being glad for the chance in the dark
and riding my bike to class at dawn and hearing some of alarm going off on the wrong streets

i like the warm weather
i like the hibiscus i bought today with the big yellow flowers
i like the way you smells
i like the way you wraps me up like a lawn the best way to can think of sends describe it
which might have something to write with her exhausted i am

so i think i'll go to sleep.