Start my job tomorrow, anxious, and trying to remember the good parts of packing vegetables. Every summer I tell myself I’m going to learn Spanish to be able to converse with the migrant workers. The best part of the job is getting to listen to Spanish all day long.
Lately it has been sitting in this small town home, spending too much time watching Man Vs. Food and reading about the Bible and colonialism. My book stack keeps expanding. It has been drooling over Goldsmiths College. I have to keep telling myself that it is still a bit away. It has been getting marks I’ve never experienced before that keep coming in, I guess I’m getting better at writing essays? Whatever is happening is encouraging.
I’ll work this summer away, the shifts are great with the exception of the 5AM alarm and the unknownness (that is a word?) of the plant and the people and the procedures. April speeds on. There is always a small hint of something that is excited about working, in anticipation of that satisfaction of working, that body-exhaustion that is filling.