A day in my life...working...

"Rise and shine, sunshine...time to wake up..." is the voice inside my dazed head that goes off as soon as my cell phone alarm goes off at 4:15a.m....and as chilly as it is, in my room, and not wanting to get out of my warm bed - head on pillow or on bedspread and wrapped up inside a fleece blanket, I turn off my alarm, throw it across my sprawled out body and get up...cranky; I certainly would rather sleep until a beautiful sunrise beams through my blind-and curtain-covered window than going to work only to satisify a number of fellow co-workers and rich fat-cat guests who can afford to stay and enjoy luxury and being treated like royalty
I turn on my computer, put on some music, get my uniform - only a dark grey pair of pantsm grey shirt, - scrubs, basically - and a black shirt - or another dark -colored one if my black shirt is dirty...heck, I don't care if it's not grey or white, the latter in which I don't even look good in, anyways...so, whatever I wear underneath my uniform shirt, is just that...take it or leave it, folks, it's my body, my uniform, my clothes, MY CHOICE!

After coming out, smelling of either a fruit or flower scent, I throw them on, and do my hair...depending on if I want to leave it down in a pixie cut or spike up the front (today I'm leaving it in a pixie). Then I have my daily coffee - either from the coffee pot or from the ice box - the cold coffee - and hang out on my computer until 10-5 mintutes before I leave, in which I put on my uniform shirt, shoes, sweater (it's cold in the transport I'm about to go in) and grab my handbag, consisting of books, a journal, a purse that has my keychain, beholding my mailbox and apartment keys, and turn off my computer at 4-3 minutes within boarding, brush my teeth, turn off my lights, head out, lock my door, and head out to the bus stop across my living room and bedroom windows in front of some bushes...and wait until it shows up, show the man my monthly bus pass I get for free from my job, and sit...I normally sit in he front since I feel safe...especially since I'm traveling by myself even though there are people around me.. I don't talk to anyone since I read my book 'The Next 100 Years' and at least try to comprehend the stuff it's talking about...until I'm at this medical center I and other people get off at, and I normally stand off by myself, in between a number of bus stops...until I see my next bus to take me to my next point...and board. This time, since it takes more than 20 minutes to get there, depending on how many people get on, get off, it takes more than 20 minutes, surely...and since that's always the case, I catch up on my sleep...often waking up and going back to sleep - just to make sure I didn't miss my stop...which I never do, but double-checking is often the best reward I can do for myself. Then, when we do get there, which is nothing more than University of Texas in San Antonio, I stand off again, by myself, unless the closest bus stop is empty...I hate being surrounded by a bunch of snobby university students since they often remind me of my high school classmates...being the kid who always or often tried to fit in or involve myself...only to be ignored or shunned...and in result, overtime, cared less and less about being in a group...only finding comfort in daydreaming or diving into a book or journaling. Anyways, I stand off by myself or sit at an empty bus stop until my final bus comes along...and thank God it's my last one that lasts only a few minutes...and since I've a friend whom I consider very dear to me, who has a love of Asian culture and people (not all but some) and also is a sucker for Hispanic culture, a group of seasonal workers working at a famous theme park, board the bus...AND THEY'RE ASIAN!!! Right away, I start thinking very much of him - and how I would try not to laugh hard as he would be gushing over the prettiest girl he could find - and there are a few I think are the prettiest things - especially since I like it when their hair glows reddish or reddish brown in the morning sunlight...and believe it or not, I'd love to take a picture from my cell-phone, pretending to text my grandma...but I think again, since from behind me are other people who could be looking at me doing this(WHY CAN'T PEOPLE JUST MIND THEIR DAMNED FUCKING BUSINESS?!!!!!!) But, also, I pull the cord and get off at my stop, across the way from my work...and I run across the street and walk up a hill, despite the fact that my job has it's own transport, but 99.9% of the time, they don't show up and I show up late...it;s ALL because of the fucking lazy dim-witted guests...and besides, I love to walk up the hill, listening to nothing but my feet on the ground...until vehicles exit and enter...and I continue on my way, not minding if one slows and asks me if I'd like a ride to the place I go inside of...and it's a co-worker, not a guest...after all, I perceive them as arrogant, snobby people looking down on us - especially if we're hoousekeepers, stewards, cooks, engineering staff, etc...fuck them. We're the types who are on the outside looking in...and are sometimes, if not often, aware of the fact that the world around us is just sick, corrupt deceitful...you name it. I make it 20-30 minutes later(it takes me that long from the entrance to the permisces to the entrance to the building), inside...but always on time...and punch in - early or on time...since I like working once I show my little face there. My job consists of stocking up trays with supplies: shampoo, conditioner, body lotion, soap bars...and that's only one rack of those trays...my next rack or two consists of the same, except with these supplies: coffee bags(decaf and regular), toilet paper, tissue boxes, mini trays with colsters, coffee colsters(the ones you slide through the cup with...) and tea bags...and depending on how many are ALREADY done and those that aren't done, that's what I depend on...and if more are ALREADY done, and those that I took care of, all before I am to leave - which is ALWAYS at 2p.m., I ask if more needs to be done, and if I could do just that, I stay and do that...or otherwise, I'm told to leave...unless the bosses are up on the floors helping my fellow housekeeping co-workers...and I leave...to hell with it! I want to go home, my work is done, I don't want to stay and eat, I want to go home to be with my friends, to catch up on my rest and what-not...and I take a different bus route...I either walk down the hill and wait for the bus to take me back to the university - and the bus is usually empty...and I always wait for it for some time...and once I board my second bus, which takes a shorter time to get to my apartment, I feel more at ease...and then, I get to my last bus stop apartments across the street of the sidelines of a supermarket. I then, wait for my last bus(my home bus in front of that supermarket) to take me to my apartment's bus stop...and it's always an hour instead of 2, to get me back home...and once I get off and head back to my apartment, I bulb my hands into fists, look from the corners of my eyes, walking like a confident little woman...but at the same time, one who feels the urge to attack if threatened...and I also look behind me, making sure no one's following me...and I always walk at a fast pace - and even so while I'm unlocking my door to my apartment - and locking it once I'm inside my sanctuary...my safe haven...and then, I'm on my own doing my own thing...and that's my daily routine for working days...:)