Another Tealful Week

I’m currently working as a custodian for The Denver School of the Arts. I’ve been chronicling my experiences through social media and this blog post. I put a lot of my own complaints and frustrations down, primarily to accurately portray my true experiences. No filter. There are good days of course. One day, this could be sort of a memoir.

I refer to myself as The Teal Fairy because this is a character that I’ve created. I hope to one day write about The Teal Fairy going back to school to protect those that have the potential to grow and flourish. Schools need more fairies over firearms to ensure the safety of the youth. I also use The Teal Fairy persona as my way of expressing myself creatively outside of the written word.

Thank you for joining me on this journey!

Day Four Hundred & Ninety-two: 11/18/2024

So I had a bit of higher expectations for the week, but oh how those expectations become crushed with just a few incidents. I started my day with a flat tire, though I hope the tire is fine. I brought my pump just in case, because I’d prefer not to have to walk home. I barely made it to work on time. Though, I really wanted to call out. However, another coworker already had. So I suppose it was best that I didn’t try to skip the work day.

It wasn’t too bad, mostly because we didn’t have any events tonight and people were out of the building in a timely manner. The most annoying part of my job is trying to navigate when there are still people lingering when there are other places to be. Doing the extra work wasn’t the worst either. I’m listening to one of my favorite audiobooks so I just disappear into the realm of the Mayfair Witches.

I think the most exciting event of the day was getting to eavesdrop on some gossip. There are issues with a specific teacher and it has caused strife with other faculty members. They’re new and have acted very unprofessional. I haven’t had much interaction with them, but I was surprised to hear about their disruption. However, how they leave their space I’m not entirely surprised. Trash always leaves trash around.

Day Four Hundred & Ninety-three: 11/19/2024

Ah, back at the elementary school. I’d love to say I’m thrilled, but let’s be honest…I’m not. I prefer being at DSA, where I’ve carved out a sense of comfort and routine. Working here feels like wearing someone else’s socks: awkward, slightly unsettling, and vaguely uncomfortable. But hey, it’s a paycheck.

One thing I’ll never get used to? The sheer number of unflushed toilets. Truly, an epidemic. Look, I don’t even like dealing with my own bowel movements, let alone someone else’s, regardless of age. By the time these kids are in school, shouldn’t flushing be a basic life skill? It’s like they’re staging some sort of silent rebellion against plumbing.

Of course, this always makes me reflect on my own childhood. Was I that kid? Did I unknowingly traumatize some poor custodian with my negligence? The thought keeps me up at night. While I can’t change my past, I’m fully committed to discouraging the next generation from this kind of bathroom chaos. Flush, people. It’s not hard.

Day Four Hundred & Ninety-four: 11/20/2024

Oh so happy to be back at DSA even though there was a lot to do tonight. I keep having to remind my superior that I’m not the boss at night. Even though I’m the senior custodian in the evening, it doesn't mean that I’m being paid as a manager so I’m opting not to contribute to managerial work. Nope, not today!

I was even too busy to snap a selfie tonight. First time since I started this whole process. I just didn’t know where I wanted to take it, and next thing I know it’s time to clock out. I didn’t realize that I didn’t take a picture until I was home and already washed off the makeup. Oh well. We will try another day.

Day Four Hundred & Ninety-five: 11/21/2024

Well, I managed to snap a picture of myself while there was still daylight to provide adequate illumination to my visage. Although, my lashes didn’t withstand the day. I think I didn’t put my left side on correctly. Because as the night progressed, so did the separation of the strip from my lash line. That was the worst part of the day.

I say that’s a win, having to remove my lashes before the night officially ended. Not a bad night I would say. Though, I’m still frustrated with these little delinquents. I don’t understand why it’s so hard to push in a damn chair!

Day Four Hundred & Ninety-six: 11/22/2024

I ended my week at the elementary school. I didn't do a good job, because we are going to deep clean next week, so I didn't feel like giving my full effort. Wish I had more to say, but I'm feeling rather lazy!