Today was a pretty good day but I’m almost positive my feet are bruised.
I, unsurprisingly, did not sleep well. But thankfully I get to sleep in a few extra hours tomorrow at least. I packed up my lunch and made breakfast and even had time to feed the outside cats. I got the 745 train with no issues and the soft faced conductor was there again.
When I was at the train station though I was sitting in the little train house thing reading and stood up to go outside and the cleaning man that was there says “DAMN!” out loud and I go “what?” and he said he thought I was tall when I was sitting down and had surprised him being so short. We all got a good laugh over that.
Work itself was long. And my feet hurt all day. But it wasn’t a bad day. I most mostly in Pompeii and it was a bit boring at times but nothing majorly bad happened. I met a lot of nice people and a few people told me I was beautiful. I wasn’t feeling so hot, my hair was frizzy and I feel smelly, so it was nice to hear.
I had an hour lunch which I have to say is really awesome. I made a baked potato in the microwave (stab potato, wrap in a wet papertowel, nuke 5 minutes, cut open, rewet papertowel, nuke another 5), and it was so good! I probably wouldn’t make it if I was in a rush but it really made me feel good for the rest of the day. I also brought a lot of snacks with me so I was golden.
Mickey found me and asked me if I would do carts on the floor tomorrow and I’ve never done that before so I am nervous but I have the training packets to read and its always fun to learn something new.
Towards the end of the day I was up in Pompeii and Gerhert, a nice german man who is an artist, came up with us and we taught him how to use the theater and what to do. He misplaced his wedding ring and we searched for it but didn’t find it. He didn’t seem to bothered by it. I still hope it turns up.
We ended up talking, me, Gerhert, and Joe, for an hour and it was nice. I showed them my art and we talked about parents and painting and the decline of civilization. Joe is the grumpiest person every but he’s a realist at heart and a good person. Gerhert told me his name’s prefix means “spear” so his name is “Spear Heart”. Literally the best medieval name.
Emily was sweet enough to switch with me so I didn’t miss my train. Actually when I got to the station the 628 was 52 minutes late so they ended up making it the 717 and it was right on time. My conductor was on again and we talked a little about dumb stuff. I am a big creep so I snapped a picture of him to show you. Still unsure of his name, him name tag just says “G.” maybe I will tell him my name next time I see him.
I got home not to long ago and mom saved me some pasta and I made a little pizza and I think now I am going to take a hot bath and listen to the new Welcome to Nightvale.
Intern tomorrow but not until noon. Sleep well.