day 8: it's gonna rain.

i REALLY wish that someone would have told me that before 8 days ago.

but it turns out the weather here, as unpredictable as it seems is actually fairly predictable. clear between the hours of wake up and noon. anytime between the hours of noon and bed is time for rain. now, what's not predictable is how long/intense the rain is gonna be.

i like knowing that it's going to rain at some point in the day. it used to bug me, thinking oh jeez here it comes again. now it's just like "ohp. it's raining. better take cover for 10 minutes and then get back to life."

things are good. a lot of people here seem to have lost sight of that. we get paid to work at a place that makes millions of dreams come true. we get to go for free to that place. yeah, sometimes that means waking up at 520 to get on the 600 bus to be at the park by 630. yeah, sometimes it requires standing for 7 and a half hours of your day. yeah, sometimes it involves cleaning urine, vomit, shit and blood from certain areas. yeah, sometimes it requires you to wear the most ridiculous costume you've ever seen. but damn it, you get to work in the happiest friggin place on earth. agggh. i wish you could all see what i see each day. i honestly do. i feel like if nothing else it'd put a smile on your face. even in the rain.