I wonder if anyone's noticed how long it's been since I've blogged. I just don't have time these days...too busy workin my tail off, commuting on the bus, traipsing about the town with my kid. Jayden gets me for about an hour in the morning, and then after work we've got two or three hours together. It sucks not being together all day, so to compensate I stay in his room with him & read and sing to him for an hour or more.
Jayden is starting to pick up some dance moves. He's always moved to music, and usually keeps a good beat, but he mostly moves just one body part at a time. We've been dancing almost every day since he came home from the hospital, and finally he's starting to move shoulders & hips together, feet & arms at the same time. He's so cute.
Today he blew a kiss at a girl! We got on a bus downtown and there was a knot of teenagers - they looked like art school kids - waiting for another bus. Jayden and I sit down and he knocks on the window, and one of the chicks in the group looked up and waved. Jayden waved back at her, and then he put his hand up to his mouth, and blew her a kiss! I couldn't believe him.
So, my job is great, and it looks like it's gonna get greater. I make a comically small wage right now. I haven't been this underpaid since I was 22. I have been praying, hoping, striving for an increase in pay. I hope to make a change at the job and be able to ask for a salary with which I can support my family without sacrifice. You can pray for me too, to Goddess, God, or a divine sunrise, I don't mind.
I see interesting people on my way to work. We catch a couple buses to Jayden's school, and then I walk to my job. It's a nice walk, through downtown & Chinatown. There's one guy I pass each day, who sometimes talks to himself in sign language. He nodded hi to me the last few mornings. There's a crossing guard by Lincoln school, an older lady, small & slight with kind eyes. Dozens of mamas & grandmas, mostly Chinese, walking kids to school. People doing Tai Chi down at the BART administration building...I mean HELLA people. Some of 'em even have swords. They all congregate in the plaza around the BART building, in different groups, some of 'em with music, some slow, some high-kickin.
By the time I get to the job, I've got the endorphins jumpin in my brain, I'm ready to get down to work, and it's all good. I take a short lunch, and mostly spend my breaks in my cube, or chatting with my supervisor or the other people in the department. I've met people from other depts, because one of my tasks requires distributing something to heads of various depts. I don't have what you'd call a great wardrobe, and in fact when I started working there I really only had three outfits. But it turned out to be a casual office, so PHEW! And I bought a few tops with one of my first paychecks (never did get that $75 clothing allotment welfare was s'posed to give me!), so I hope I'm lookin half decent. I'm really glad to be there, and I think (hope) that's showing in the way I carry myself, and I'm pretty sure they're impressed with the work I do. I truly hope they hire me permanently! C'mon, chant with me: gonna get the job, gonna get the job, gonna get the job...
The other day me & the boy walked from his school to Lake Merritt, and walked along the shore for a few blocks. We talked about the birds, and about Fairyland, and we watched an egret catch bugs or fish or something. We were about to cross Grand Avenue when I saw a guy in a BMW on his phone, and somehow I just knew he wasn't paying attention to the light. We had the "guy walking" sign and he had a red light, but I kept Jayden on the curb - and sure enough, the dimrod doesn't even slow down. I yelled "It's a red light!" as he passed. I'm a very loud person. He heard me, I know, because he turned around. Safe driver that he is. Jayden was kind of upset, he'd been startled when I yelled. I explained to him that the car didn't stop at the red light when it was supposed to, and it made Mommy mad, 'cause we couldn't cross the street. So, we get on the bus, get off at our stop, start walking up the street to our house; Jayden is telling the passing cars "slow down cars" (like he usually does); then he wags his finger at them and yells "stop at red lights!!"
I'm thinkin it's a good thing I didn't yell "stupid muthafucka!"
