4AM

I haven't updated in almost a month. Things have happened though. One thing in particular. I got a job. Not just any job, I got the most despised job on campus, 4 AM Janitor. At 3:30 Every morning I get up, get dressed sort of, try to shake off my tired brain like a lingering cold or nagging mother and go to the Hinckley. It's fun to watch the roads and sidewalks as the other victims of financial necessity stumble through the dark, making their way to their respective janitorial kingdoms, prepping for 3 hours of toilets, carpets, windows, grout, dusting, and stacking chairs.

The crew is a funny mix but just about everyone gets along (except for this one guy named Dan who no one likes, I'd feel bad but I don't think he likes anyone either, the first words he said to me were "You're stacking those chairs wrong.", which my man Will informed me that I was fine.) They range from the aforementioned Will, who is 6'3" and a great basketball player, to Sarah who is 5'3" great dungeons and dragons player, no fooling she told me that (she also appears to be a hello kitty fan). After Will showed me the ropes, my main bathroom partner is Kyle, a shrewish looking local who can't stop talking about his "Angel" who is his fiance and really looks like she'd be out of his league, but I am judging the man based on how he looks while mopping pee of the floor at 4:15. He's seriously the nicest guy though, probably why he's done so well for himself. And of course the supervisor Tiffany, who despite being from Mud Lake Idaho and despite working as a career janitor, manages to show up with full makeup, manicured nails, and her hair permed and stacked up to the sky. Seriously, you can't make people like her up. Most everyone else is boring married students.

Naturally, as the new guy, I'm on Toilet duty every morning, and it doesn't look like that'll change any time soon. I've started to name them, I'm told I'm not the first. Will told me I couldn't change the name though of the second toilet on the left in the 3rd floor girls bathroom, he had thrown up in it once and had named it Manda, after his ex girlfriend. My favorite one is Charlie, the handicapped toilet on the second floor Boys bathroom. He's not screwed down right since he broke at the base, and he leaks water if you tilt it wrong, we're supposed to be getting a new one but they don't know why it hasn't showed up yet.

And so I go, every morning to eke out a living and to try and not beg my parents for money (if you're reading mom, I really do try.) I hope I'll get some good stories from it, if not, I'll find something else to write on.