PMS and hard labor. That magic combination. Only to be beaten by being on your period and hard labor. I've managed to crawl my way out of the kitchen and into the lounge, the hall, laundry, internet room and tv room, all in one go. Are you feeling me people. The other cleaning staff came and checked in on me as it was my first day on this shift and anyone with 3 braincells can tell that you need more than one person to clean that much floor. I mopped all of it between 10am and 2pm and my left arm has officially packed its bags and walked out on me. To top it all off the Korean was practically intimate with me from behind he was following me so closely. My deepseated disdain for authority is rearing its big ugly head and its not a good sign. You can take the girl out of Northcliff but you can't take the Northcliff out of the girl.
I've been thinking about Buddhist monks for most of today, as I stared at the floor I was mopping with glassy eyes and no arm. You must have seen video footage of them before: they skip down to fetch water at the bottom of some hill in the Himalayas somewhere and then climb the 2000 steps back to the top with a serene smile on their faces. Then, when they finally get back to the top, the days activities can begin. They sweep and mop and clean and cook, except that when they do it they like gliding angels. When I do it I'm more like a tired and unhappy person. I'm 33 ok, I'm not 20 anymore. Maybe I'll just lie here quietly until the shaking stops.
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