Lost messages

Scrap of paper fluttering between the carts of the Kroger on Nagelwood Road

"Bird seed

Prime Energy drink

Salami for the cat

Kale

Apples

Vegetarian oyster sauce

Ibuprofen

Baby carrots

Duck eggs

Heavy cream

Pale ale

Snickerdoodle Poptarts"

Found in the first drawer of a desk at the abadoned TRW facility in eastern Cleveland, OH.

"One thing I never said is I love you. I realize you likely knew that and I can imagine you rolling your eyes when reading this. If, for some reason, you didn't then there it is. Ill miss working with you and this place."

From a performance review, leaked when a junior project manager left their tablet on the bus

"I adore May. If she were to ask me to jump then I would ask "How high?" With my whole heart. But, whole heart, means a whole view as well. And yeah, she can be a "mean girl" to those she doesn't like working with. It really does feel like high school sometimes over in Project Services."

From a pooly written IEP in the Lakewood school district 

"Devon shows am ability to read good words and phrases when supported. Needs to build reading stamina without aide aid"

Graffiti scrawled over the rightmost urinal of the Parallax Bar's men's restroom.

"There are no secrets this year"

From the Stardew Valley reddit

"I'm afraid to marry one of the bachelor's. I play on a shared tv and my parents would wonder why I'm courting Alex (I just love his himbo self). Is there a way to hide the heart indicators when you give gifts. Playing on Switch if that helps.

Little Rhythms

If there is a globe then I must spin it. To just see if it works. 

There. It works! 

Let's play that game where we spin the globe and then you jab your finger at it. Wherever you land, that is your next vacation!

Splash! 

It's always the ocean. The big extra empty part they put the legend on. 

If there are tongs then I must clickity clickity click them. Make sure they work!

The door frame above room 305? It's slightly higher than all thr others. This used to be a drama classroom with a sunken stage. The "Glorietta" as they called it twenty something years ago. But it's gone save for the oddly hidden dips and bends of the floorboards. The door frame is higher and swear every freshman boy has to slap the thing on the way in. Cut it out, Jose! And Parker and Devon. Stop it. You will ruin the paint.

Speaking of kids...they drew hopscotch on the sidewalk. If I'm walking and they have drawn a hopscotch course then I must do it. My ankles! The ears of everyone in the whole damn neighborhood after they hear me scream "Oh my body!"

If we are ending service for the night and the manager tells me to clear out the bus trays...I'll kiss every roll of bread before tossing it. That is the body of Christ.

Fan Service

Content warning: This post is extremely and awkwardly "gushy." If you have read this blog then you know I have a penchant to day dream and imagine everything in a cinematic way. I would not have put this key to paper but the image has stuck in my head for weeks and no one reads these posts. And, noting that, the content warning seems moot, but, still wish to be considerate. The whole post has a fan zine solo hype post vibe. Which is rather appropriate what with the origins of this blog.

That all said...

I want my heroine to save the day. To flip over cubicles with grace and strength and hold the people stopping me from meeting my KPIs at the end of a fist. I previously worked at a school and she would settle the angry parents and the people who would not file sub plans. She fixes everything changing via a magical transformation. This all happens set to my action music of previous posts. Big synth scores to set a sword fight.

In the transformation  I am the camera and spin slowly around as spindly arcs of light crackle around her. Starting from the top, she will cock her head to the side and close her eyes and streaks of neon pink and electric blue ribbon through her hair. The clothes on her flash away to be instantly replaced by the costume. The onyx gleam of a black leotard lined with the same pink. Her arms glow with same pink and blue glyphs until they end at her fingers and form into twin swords. They are short and broad machete like. All black with neon glow along the edges like something from Tron. She crosses them and presses to her chest. My eyes, the whole scene, keeps moving around and from her hip  the same glyphs run down her legs. From those patterns her boots form, wrapping from her ankles into neat slips. We then start spinning back up across the back of her legs and back until we end at her eye level. She pulls the swords down to her side. With blades akimbo she opens her eyes and inside it is blue comet fire and whole hearted resolve. The whole scene radiates warmth and power like seeing a cosmic moment. A ship on fire across Saturn's rings. A stone rolling down Olympus Mons. The arclights of my heroine ready to save the day. To slay, as the kids at said school used to say.