Wet Socks

I'm not bruised, I just had my face painted.

I am tired but I feel like I have neglected writing. Here is what I wrote on Tuesday:

The electricity is out (this isn’t surprising at this point, it’s expected). My shoes are wet and so are my socks and feet. I should do something about that.

This is the last week of interim driving, so it’s the last week that I have three shifts (Tuesday am and pm, Friday am). Weirdly enough, Tuesday am has proved to be by far the most active of any I have had, I swear I’ve gotten more calls in that shift alone just in these three weeks than in the previous semesters combined. The first set of calls were worse: I hadn’t yet realized that the ac in the car doesn’t work (and therefore doesn’t work for defogging windows,) it was dark, and my ability to small talk with passengers was at zilch after the summer, which made me too eager to get back to campus- I even turned a stoplight early, which was embarrassing. Tonight, as Adrienne nicely put it “the weather is WACK.” It’s been raining all day and there is a ton of debris on the road. To top it off, three of the stop lights don’t work, at all. They aren’t even flashing to signal their brokenness, so I at first I just missed one and felt that something was wrong. Bard was reasonable about it though, they made sure I was okay driving in this weather, and gave me a TLS van, which is much nicer (and safer) than the Jeep we use for ED. It has a working AC and the headlights aren’t dim. Starting next week I will have the Saturday PM shift.

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Tomorrow morning I will be rested. If not, I can always take a nap! I have no classes on Friday, and maybe I'll go out tomorrow night.