a loose construction helmet
Aug. 1st, 2001 11:01 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
aslanti had to help margaret just now with putting out billowing white paper tablecloths on the tables outside in the spot between the construction site and the other building. we picked through the rubble of paving stones and twisted rebar and there were unfilled pits everywhere. slowly i looked around and realized that among the tall stacks of marble flagstones for the lobby there was an elaborately large barbecue grill, several in fact, and a lengthy banquet table covered in hot dishes. the sun was glaring and dusty and my hat was too loose and kept slipping off to the side, crushing my right ear. i must have looked ridiculous.
we set down all the mats, and the catering kids helped us. a friendly dark-haired guy with funny eyebrows and interesting shoes kept placing the chairs over where i was, finding excuses to say funny things in my direction. i laughed back. the young tan girl with them was also nice. so interesting to be among these strong people outside in the sun, serving vital things to hungry men at lunchtimes. was momentarily sickened to see that margaret and i were the only women doing this in the vicinity, all the men were off carting wheelbarrows of slag and broken pavement, or up on ladders wiring the trees for lights. i felt (as usual?) distant and disconnected from the scene.
there is not enough shade out there. eating greasy outdoor food with a lot of men who will look at me sounds like hell. i won't go.
sad and sadder, dark-haired guy and the tan girl (with her pink shirt and shoes) are the only people, my age that i've seen in a long time, in this building (not counting eireann, or bagel-shop kids). perhaps that is why he was so friendly like that, knowing the proceeding hours would be full of the adult element, the sweat and breath and appetite of men who work with their muscles all day long in the hot sun, in those ridiculous hard hats that just make me feel even more vulnerable, to noises echoing.
why am i working here? i wonder sometimes, at my blind momentum.
we set down all the mats, and the catering kids helped us. a friendly dark-haired guy with funny eyebrows and interesting shoes kept placing the chairs over where i was, finding excuses to say funny things in my direction. i laughed back. the young tan girl with them was also nice. so interesting to be among these strong people outside in the sun, serving vital things to hungry men at lunchtimes. was momentarily sickened to see that margaret and i were the only women doing this in the vicinity, all the men were off carting wheelbarrows of slag and broken pavement, or up on ladders wiring the trees for lights. i felt (as usual?) distant and disconnected from the scene.
there is not enough shade out there. eating greasy outdoor food with a lot of men who will look at me sounds like hell. i won't go.
sad and sadder, dark-haired guy and the tan girl (with her pink shirt and shoes) are the only people, my age that i've seen in a long time, in this building (not counting eireann, or bagel-shop kids). perhaps that is why he was so friendly like that, knowing the proceeding hours would be full of the adult element, the sweat and breath and appetite of men who work with their muscles all day long in the hot sun, in those ridiculous hard hats that just make me feel even more vulnerable, to noises echoing.
why am i working here? i wonder sometimes, at my blind momentum.
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damned photos
Date: 2001-08-01 01:43 pm (UTC)well, i got it to fit ALL of their stupid regulations, but it's still teeny tiny. weird. i'll fix it later, i'm off to the mall with jana to get a steering wheel cover for the mazda....yay! yipeee!!!!!! happy almost birthday to me! oh, and to you to sis.
bye for now, have a somewhat happy night, deal? i'll rejoyce in my steering wheel, and you can eat some cucumbers. (hey, it worked for me last night.) i love you,
-me
Re: damned photos
Date: 2001-08-01 01:46 pm (UTC)you have to scan in the photo and then crop out the white! haha, it looks like a squished bug right now...
thanks for the happy birthday.
no cucumbers to be had. hm. i'm too tired anyways.
later...