all alone.

it feels like it should be like 4am. it's 11pm, instead. i went to work my last night at the stupid bar tonight, and we were DEAD so we closed. that was great, cause i didn't wanna be there. and i'm painting as much as humanly possible this week. it's my last week, and my bosses are on vacation. so it's just me. all by myself. on a very busy site, where at any given time there are builders, roofers, flooring guys, plumbers, drywallers, landscapers, and heating guys in any combination all trying to do their jobs. the builders are always there. and what sucks is that i've never felt so invisible in my life.
a couple weeks ago, this asshole driving a forklift hit my ladder. with the forklift. I WAS ON THE LADDER. 30 feet in the motherfucking air. and he didn't say anything about it. no "oops," or "sorry," or "bitch get out of my way." and the builders are costantly bumping into my ladder. and scratching up my work. those guys are mostly nice except they don't notice that i'm there, and i'm afraid i'm gonna get hurt sometimes...
and the guy that owns the guesthouse brings the builders muffins and coffee or lemonade EVERY DAY. and not us. ever. it's weird. just weird. and it's weird that in this town with many dirty-working dykes, i'm the only woman on this job aside from donna and gia, my crazy class-passing assimilationist bosses whose halloween costumes involved fatsuits... oi.
i like it when they're not there. but i do get a little lonely.

eleven days. no smoking. yeeee-ahhh.
naptime.

just wondring if i can do this now.

yes!