This is what my father has come to call "The Morgue." It is actually the basement of my apartment building. If you're thinking it looks like something from The Shining, well, you're not too far off - the building used to be a hotel in the 1940s. And some of the plumbing dates back at least that far as well.
I'm the assistant building manager in the building and, unlike most people, I don't have specific hours for my job. I clean when I can, take phone calls when they come through, deal with emergencies as they arise (even if it's at 10:30 pm on a school night and it involves cleaning up a flooded apartment until 2 in the morning). Most of the time, I like my job. But when it starts to interfere with my personal life, I get kind of irked. Like this morning, I was planning on having a nice, relaxing breakfast and hanging out with my parents (as my mother just got out of the hospital on Saturday). But no. Someone's toilet had to start leaking and flood their closet the night before. So I had to head back downtown earlier than expected and be on-site to attend to whatever new fiasco could possible ensue. Yes, I am just doing my job. But unfortunately for me, my job never ends. My apartment is my work and I live within it, 24/7. A girl's gotta get some escape. And thus, the fangirling.
You can guess which has actually happened.
I don't really like reality. I don't like that people draw lines between what is reality and what isn't. ANYTHING CAN HAPPEN. It just doesn't mean EVERYTHING will happen. As my friend Sarah said sagely the other night (Sarah said sagely - say that five times fast), "There will be goods that won't happen." Lots of good things will happen - but they won't ALL happen. Fortunately, there will be lots of bad things that don't happen either. But when bad things do happen, I know they seem rather clumped together in bunches.
Maybe I'm just really happy about fangirling because it's been of great use to me here lately. Maybe because a blogger I follow on Tumblr (who I've mentioned here and here) has returned to Tumblr after wanting to end his/her life and seems to have found some solace in the fan community of The Avengers. Maybe because, when I stop worrying and beating myself up about it, being a fangirl is really fun.
And that bring us to an end of the random personal posts - next we'll be back to our regularly scheduled programming (whatever that is).