Hi Tops

Dem are my new Converse. Well, new used Converse.
E-bay, eleven bucks. I wore them last night to a meeting. They feel pretty good. They are the magic sneaks, reincarnated.
The story behind the magic sneaks is that once upon a time, C. gave me her pair of black Converse hi-tops with red laces. I'd always loved seeing them on her. This was after she had gotten me into ISA (Incest Survivors Anonymous) and I had told her about the sexual abuse from my childhood. She told me that as long as I had the magic sneaks, no one would ever hurt me again.
I got rid of the magic sneaks when C. stopped talking to me, after Chicago. But enough time has passed that I can have my own version...
Feels good to remember the good times I had wearing the original magic sneaks.
I had a dream this morning... in the dream I was working at a Subway but it was really a huge place more like an institutional kitchen. There must have been upwards of fifty employees... it was chaos, and when my shift ended all of us were on our way to the parking lot when a tornado started bearing down upon us.
There was a man, our boss I guess, more of a brownshirt than a shift leader, who ordered us all into a nearby shelter that was really nothing but a wooden framed building with tin siding and a tin roof (rusted! lol... ) .
Everyone else was freaking out but I decided to go directly into the shack and stand in the far corner. Suddenly I realize that one of my coworkers is B.
B. follows me into the shack and stands in front of me, pressing backwards into me as if to shield me or something.
I hesitated briefly then started to put my arms around her.. and woke up before my arms were completely around her.
The feeling of desire was strong in me when I awoke. I remember hesitating because she is taken; but not caring because there were about to be fifty people bearing down on us and we were all perhaps about to die together.
When she was pressing backwards into me I felt so happy. Needless to say I was unhappy about waking up; but what can you do?
It was time to get up for work anyway.
Work was ok today, slow but steady. Steve had to leave early and so I ended up sweeping, mopping and taking out ALL the trash... my boss left without saying goodbye, and I did not get paid. I was sort of fuming when I got into my truck.
But nothing I can do about it now, I just have to wait until tomorrow. What's one more day (I was supposed to get paid on Monday, actually).
My boss just called to apologize, saying he would bring me my money anywhere I wanted, but the bank is closed, and that is that, I told him to wait until tomorrow.
I'll give him the evil eye in the morning.
No word still from anyone about anything, it's frustrating. I feel imprisoned in my job now; I was sure I would have found something else by now, but I need to have patience, it takes time.
At least the weather is getting cooler, and the new freezer doesn't put out so much heat so the kitchen has cooled off tremendously.
I have been grumbling about the too-low prep table sufficiently enough that my boss has made a few noises about getting it raised. Although he kind of put it in my hands , telling me to tell the maintenance guy to round up some pvc pipe to saw off to raise the legs.
*ggrr*
I'm considering fraying his internet cables so that I might get him away from his web surfing for a few minutes long enough to have him deal with it himself, as it should be.
Not really, but it's a fantasy.
Steve said he will be looking for a job around November. I told him to take me with him.
There was a gigantic anti-Palin demonstration outside the Loussac Library in Anchorage ; I scanned the photos and saw a few people I know. One of my exes works at the library... I owe her an amends. I need to get on that.
Also I owe amends to this fellow who is a river guide on the Colorado River. I heard him on the radio on NPR this morning.
Go figure.
I'm trying to track him down, maybe I can find him through the local NPR station in the Grand Canyon since they managed to find him.
Hearing that interview made me think of that river trip... Seven days, Diamond Down.
We got there in the afternoon and put in at the Walapi Indian Reservation (I think... Walnut Creek? Is that right? I have to look it up for the details).
I saw my first rattlesnake that day. We spent the night there on the river, took off for real the next morning.
Since I was the camp cook's assistant I got to sleep on her Domar. My ex had loaned me her "Paco Pad", a thick waterproof pad made for sleeping on boats. I have never enjoyed sleeping so much as I did that week... the water rocking us, the Arizona sky overhead, so many falling stars/meteorites... we were cooking for a geology class from Nebraska. Got to see a lot of trilobites!
I took one home to my mom. Don't tell anyone...ssshhh. It's illegal.
At the end of the trip the students gave us all a baseball cap with Nebraska Geology on it.
I still have mine...it's in the truck.