NIGHT
I can’t sleep. I am tossing, sighing and thinking about a coming day. The day when I need to put my self-respect somewhere deep inside of me. I weighed all pros and cons before to apply this job. It seemed to be right to do it. But…not now… Now I am so nervous that can’t sleep. I really don’t want to make living sweeping streets! It is a job for pensioners, some extra money to their small pensions.
I am with a broom YIKES…
an image for my nightmare if I can get some sleep tonight…
THE MORNING
I got up at seven. My daughter, a culprit of my forthcoming shame, occupied the bathroom for half an hour. I wanted to wash my hair but then changed my mind. What for? Won’t my hair be dirty again after all this dusty sweeping?
The good thing was that my panic vanished, I became kind of calm…
THE DAY
9.09 Two women called me outside, gave a key from a small room where were some implements like bags for refuse, a bucket, spades, shovels, and of course several gnawed brooms. I was given a pair of gloves as well. I asked how often I can change gloves. YIKES One pair for a month. Just my luck!
I put on those thin gloves on my yet tender hands and…whining soundlessly and uselessly, took a big white sack to empty refuse bins that are beside every porch. Geez, why do our building of three porches???
I must say that this is worst in janitors job, at least as I felt it at that moment. People became to seem bastards to me. Why do they throw their refuse in bins beside their porches if there are special big containers for home rubbish just about 70 metres away? awwww how it was disgusting…those smelly cigarette stubs, somebody threw something incrediable stinky, that after empting those bins that stench followed me for awhile.
Then I took the shovel and the broom to sweep the territory around the building. As on Easter we had snow it wasn’t too dusty. The dust turned into mud and I was fighting with it with shovel. haha later all I felt, were my hands. Bastards, who smokes and throw stubs in the road! Those who make efforts to throw stubs into bins and miss are twice as bastards! Bastards those who have dogs and don’t pick up faeces after their pets!
hahah I saw such “dropping” just beside of one porch, as it seemed to be fresh I didn’t want to soil my broom and let it get dry first. Later someone said that people were complaining that it wasn’t cleaned. I couldn’t care less!!! Let them watch out their dogs.
I didn’t notice how time passed, it was about one o’clock when I finished sweeping. Then I was handed a jar of emulsion, to cover with it trees’ trunks, to preserve them from insect pests. Besides that is beautiful, I must say. Probably it was the most pleasant part of my today’s work. hahah It was written on the jar to add water. So first I poured off some emulsion for my own need and added water to the rest paint. I had about half of trees on my territory covered with the emulsion. I thought as it was so pleasant to do I should leave some of it for tomorrow!
I decided to call it a day.
THE EVENING
I ran out of milk. A nice exprеssion. Somebody may think I didn’t have any milk in my fridge, but really it means that nothing eatable was left. A tricky English, isn’t it? I had to do some shopping. I bought a frozen chicken, bread, carrot, onion, a couple of sausages, apples, kefir and tomato paste.
I left the chicken to unfreeze.
I tried to do some typing but my fingers didn’t obey me. They were kind of numb, oh. I did six attempts to comlete an exercise and only seventh one was successed. How I cursed that shovel…
I made Lena to study English for my day suffering at work. She was just glad! And I couldn’t understand what was difficult in usage “ to get used to do something”. :-))) I used to be a cashier…..hahahahahaha Well, I couldn’t hear her wheels were turning but she managed to do several exercises with only two mistakes.
When it was late I remembered about the chicken and wanted to make a soup. But alas, I forgot to buy some potatoes. I poured a glass of water out of chicken, that’s one of the reasons I don’t like to buy a whole chicken. Because after I cut off chicken’s skin beside its butt and neck and remove most of its fat there’s not much left to say the least. In addition I have to pour so much water for the price of chicken. yikes…I’d prefer to buy chicken’s breasts of course. But such a pleasure not for janitors…
I washed plates, Lena left after our supper ( pancakes, yummy!!!). Going to bed Iwas thinking about giving her “ to have something done” as a panishment.