The scary growl

I’ve been really scared lately.

Like super cereal scared.

The other day, I was taking a shower. I was doing what I usually do in the shower… you know, the singing and the dancing… Don’t act like you’ve never done it.

Anyway, while I was drying off, I hear a really loud growl. I don’t know what it was. I’ve never heard anything like that in my life. It sounded like something was with my in the bathroom, growling at me. Like I was intruding.

I’m still trying to figure out what it was. Any logical explanation just doesn’t seem to fit with what happened.

Here are my theories, and why they don’t work:

Neighbors’ dog Theory 1: He wouldn’t be able to growl that loud. He’s a little yippy dog. When he growls, it sounds like he’s crying.

Neighbors’ dog Theory 2: Even if it was the neighbors’ dog, it wouldn’t explain why it sounded like it was IN my bathroom.

I’m all out of explanations. #sadface

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This is how disturbed it has me; I actually posted this on another blog I write for before realizing it wasn't this one. It was published and everything. 

Work and creepy janitors

So like a while ago, I wrote about really wanting to get some job that I randomly found on CraigsList, and I had like 3 interviews with them. Well, I ended up getting the job and have been there since Mid-May.

So, about a month ago, my boss decided to start giving me a gagillion hours. And it’s pretty cool. Work is fairly easy and somedays, I just sit around at my desk and walk around the office while I’m alone.

Well … I don’t really like being alone. Despite it being a little creepy office building; the atmosphere isn’t what scares me. Although, a few weeks ago I got scared when there were some loud storms. The building was super dark and there was lightening and super loud thunder. I kept hearing knockings coming from one of the classrooms. I was too scared to investigate, so I sat at my desk reading gossip blogs.

Anyway….

There’s a creepy janitor guy and he’s always staring at me, like creepily.

The suite my office is in is “walled” off by glass. Everyone who walks by can see me. Even though I’m like super short and can barely see over my computer’s enormous screens.

So this dude like stands in front of the glass and just stares at me. Like he’s never seen a girl before. Especially on days when I’m alone, he’ll stand in front of the windows trying to get me to look at him.

The woman’s bathroom is right across the hall from my suite. I hate when he goes in to clean is because he looks at me weirdly when he’s walking in. Uh, Yeah, dude, I’m not going to go into the bathroom while you’re cleaning it because that would be stupid of me. And plus, the sight of you kind of makes me sick.

I try to ignore it. But I just feel the creepy eyes looking at me. As soon as I realize it, I pray for my boss to walk in so he can just stop. I don’t think I’ve ever felt so uncomfortable anywhere ever.

I’m sure the janitor has a job to do too… like sweeping other places of the building. But like 50% of his day he’s trying to look into the office. I’m thinking of rearranging the office so that you can’t see me from the windows. Somehow I don’t think that’s going to work.

I think I hate it more when he comes in and tries to have conversations with me. He's trying to tell me stuff but I just stare at the computer screen. You'd think that because I'm ignoring him he'll leave, but dude just says there.

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Other than creepy janitor guy, work is pretty cool. It’s already 100000% better than when I was working at the store. There is no drama, and well, I don’t feel like I wasted an entire day doing nothing.

I don’t remember the last time I had weekends off. That was probably back in grade school, because in high school I went to school on Saturday mornings for extracurriculars and then did babysitting at night.

Life's good at the moment.

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Bad vs Good Mondays

Mondays are generally a bad day. They mark the beginning of the work (or school) week, and are proof that the weekend is officially over. But I found the best way to balance them out. No mater how bad the day starts, you can always guarantee that it was a good day if you're alive at the end.

Bad Monday:

It was super hot when I left my house this morning. Just so I don’t seem like a super lazy bum, I walk to the train station, which is like a quarter mile away from my house. The muggyness (if that’s even a word) made me sweat from the moment I left the house. It was pretty intense. According to the Hg, it was 93 degrees. But, there was no sun out and it was very very cloudy.

I’m a super girly girl, so I moisturize… and by moisturize I mean I use like 4183284 different face creams all for different functions (beeteedubs – this is how I stay looking like I’m 15). The bad thing is it makes you sweaty.

I was a block and a half into my walk, when I felt like I burned off a pound of fat from my face. I was able to wipe off most of the sweat from my face, but I’m vain, and I didn’t want to take off my sunglasses because I look hella cool in them. And then I felt stupid for not taking them off… I got creamy sweat in my eye. It BURNED. I can’t begin to explain how much it burned… but I cried from one eye. For about 10 minutes.

Good Monday:

The train is air conditioned, and I sat near a vent. This was the highlight of my commute.

Bad Monday:

Although I watched the news in the morning before I left, I kind of just hoped that the predicted storms would not happen. But they did. I was on the L when it began to pour. I didn’t really think much of it. It’s not the first time it’s ever rained. Duh. But at one stop, the rain was actually going into the train car when the door opened.

Gee. Great. Awesome.

We were stuck on the elevated tracks two stops before mine. We were there for 10 minutes. Maybe less, but it felt like 10. All the while there were scary loud thunderclaps and super strong winds. I may have thought I was going to die.

Good Monday:

I didn’t die.