This Mind
- I almost over slept this morning.
- I woke up with 20 minutes to shower and get dressed.
- Rushed into the kitchen, no coffee.
- Work, new procedures. A 50 page manual to memorize by today.
- There will be a test
- New procedures equals slower processing time
- Which equals late passengers which equals pissed off people
- "Hey lady!!" I hear from 25 feet away. I'm standing next to an elderly gentleman who is talking to me. He's confused and isn't sure what to do. My attention is momentarily diverted to said screamer. He's a young guy, late 20's early 30's. Well dressed. Obviously used to getting what he wants. Looks like a golfer. He points to his shoes and screams "SHOES?!?!" I nod and hold up my finger in the UNIVERSAL language of 'hold on'. The passenger I'm dealing with is literally pulling on my arm. I turn to him and smile, continuing trying to explain things. I overhear 'shoe' guy say, "What the fuck?" he turns to his friend. "I didn't ask her if I had fucking shoes on. I want to know if she wants me to take them off. Dumb bitch"
- That was the least offensive comment made to me today.
- Leave the floor and get even more information and changes shoved into our heads.
- I don't get paid for this. Literally.
- I sat in the stairwell. It's my place. I wasn't going to cry.
- I put my headphones in.
- I pulled my phone out and slid my finger across the surface as Alanis' voice filled my head. The clock calibrated in seconds. It was 7:30 in the morning.
- I watched it until the screen went black and slid it into my pocket.
