So it's spring break in Oxford and the university campus is all quiet except for the machinery of the workers and unfortunately I'm one of those workers. Cleaning windows on campus is way better when the kids are gone but I'm not all that excited about window cleaning season starting. We've spent the last two days working on the two business school buildings, which were incredibly nice/expensive inside. Many of the windows required us to rent a giant man lift but that work was left to my boss. I haven't been on a ladder in months but yesterday I found myself 25 feet up in the air. It was more than a bit sketchy.
While finishing up today I was on a ten foot ladder when I spotted three Ole Miss custodial staff watching me from the inside. They had some windex and paper towels but they also had Wal-Mart versions of my equipment. I didn't enjoy being watched and I couldn't help but feel like I was the same as these GED-holding employees. (but they have health insurance) Just because we were seperated by a pane of class didn't give them the right to stare at me while I worked. Seriously people, don't watch people working it's fucking annoying. The male had a stupid grin on his face maybe because he had a pole in his hand and he was high on meth, but he 'cleaned' the high windows and then the two women cleaned the lower ones. I could have found some comfort in knowing that it took 3 people to do my job, but I didn't-they kept staring at me.
Later my friend Robin came out of her building and we chatted. She suggested I figure out some mind game to play to get back at the custodians. The best I could come up with was to convince them I had fallen and it was all their fault. But thinking about falling isn't the best thing to think about when you're 18 feet above concrete and while on the ground I couldn't figure out a way to look like I had fallen without actually falling. So I just cleaned, but damn it would have been great to freak them the fuck out.
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Wednesday, February 10, 2010
Assessing While Walking The Dog
A real estate agent wanted to show my house this afternoon and thus Joe Lon and I had to leave the house for a couple of hours. We went to the dog park, but it was mud coated and I had just cleaned my house, so we didn't stay long. Then we went for a walk around town.
I've taken Joe Lon on a variety of adventures, mountain biking, doggy wrestling, puppy playtime, driving to Georgia, but what we haven't done until today is walk on sidewalks with cars going by. It was a struggle, the restricted walking, for the both of us especially while I was talking on the phone. At the gettin' down Moses woods I hung up the phone, let Joe Lon poop and then we started back.
Because I was on the phone and began to notice how many houses I had passed on my walk that I had been in to clean the windows. I could have been a tour guide on those couple of streets. There was the house with the couple of dogs-one of which bit me on the calf. It's the only time I've ever been bit and it took damn near all I had to not kick the dog the next time they called us. Around the corner was a guy who we've done work for several times in the last four years. So he had seen me before, but when he called my boss about getting on the roof of his porch and nailing a giant decorative star on the wall he wanted to make sure that it wasn't going to be me that got on the roof. He was worried I was too heavy. But this guy lives next door to his parents and from the street there houses look like they are separate but the backyards are fenced in together so it kind of looks like a creepy polygamist Mormon compound.
Next door to that guy is a house that has a really bad mildew problem, we're over there several times a year. But I heard from someone that the man of the house is a bit of a nudist so every time I'm over there I'm afraid I'm going to catch a little swinging richard action. Across the street is a couple from Minnesota. When I told them I was from Athens GA the woman told me she had a great story. She then proceeds to tell me that she and her husband conceived their first child in Athens Ga. They also have one of those eight foot long pools that pushes the water against you when you swim so you don't go anywhere. Next to the Minnesotans lives a woman that I swear has it bad for my boss.
Further up the street is a man who once told us that his little dog likes everyone but queers. That's the guy that reminds me I'm living in Mississippi. There were other stories on that street but since it's taken me longer to write this blog than it did to walk from the woods back to my truck-parked in front of the house where the mini horse lives, I'll go ahead and wrap this up. But while thinking about all of this I was reminded of a time when a friend asked me what I would do-how I would relate to this town when I no longer cleaned windows. I don't have an answer and I would prefer not to think about it any longer.
I've taken Joe Lon on a variety of adventures, mountain biking, doggy wrestling, puppy playtime, driving to Georgia, but what we haven't done until today is walk on sidewalks with cars going by. It was a struggle, the restricted walking, for the both of us especially while I was talking on the phone. At the gettin' down Moses woods I hung up the phone, let Joe Lon poop and then we started back.
Because I was on the phone and began to notice how many houses I had passed on my walk that I had been in to clean the windows. I could have been a tour guide on those couple of streets. There was the house with the couple of dogs-one of which bit me on the calf. It's the only time I've ever been bit and it took damn near all I had to not kick the dog the next time they called us. Around the corner was a guy who we've done work for several times in the last four years. So he had seen me before, but when he called my boss about getting on the roof of his porch and nailing a giant decorative star on the wall he wanted to make sure that it wasn't going to be me that got on the roof. He was worried I was too heavy. But this guy lives next door to his parents and from the street there houses look like they are separate but the backyards are fenced in together so it kind of looks like a creepy polygamist Mormon compound.
Next door to that guy is a house that has a really bad mildew problem, we're over there several times a year. But I heard from someone that the man of the house is a bit of a nudist so every time I'm over there I'm afraid I'm going to catch a little swinging richard action. Across the street is a couple from Minnesota. When I told them I was from Athens GA the woman told me she had a great story. She then proceeds to tell me that she and her husband conceived their first child in Athens Ga. They also have one of those eight foot long pools that pushes the water against you when you swim so you don't go anywhere. Next to the Minnesotans lives a woman that I swear has it bad for my boss.
Further up the street is a man who once told us that his little dog likes everyone but queers. That's the guy that reminds me I'm living in Mississippi. There were other stories on that street but since it's taken me longer to write this blog than it did to walk from the woods back to my truck-parked in front of the house where the mini horse lives, I'll go ahead and wrap this up. But while thinking about all of this I was reminded of a time when a friend asked me what I would do-how I would relate to this town when I no longer cleaned windows. I don't have an answer and I would prefer not to think about it any longer.
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