An Introduction

Hello...! I honestly doubt that anyone will actually read this. This isn't exactly terribly interesting, but I wanted to put this out there, as well as putting out a few simple facts about myself, and my situation.

I am 23, and have suffered from depression and other mental illness since I hit my teenagers. For the first time in over five years, my symptoms are manageable, and I am able to rejoin society.

A little over a month ago, I got myself my first job in a long time. I am a night janitor, at a rather high class spa.

It's not glamorous. It's not a test of my talents and skills.

I also happen to adore my job.

Every night I go in, and I sweat, sweep and work until my tasks are done, and my shift is done. Every time I go into work, I make a difference. Every time I leave, I am sore, sometimes with blisters or bruises... and I feel better then I have for a very long time.

I feel bad, for some of my friends. They go out, find a minimum wage job behind a computer. They spend their day, holding still, in a badly lighted cubicle. They become stressed and angry, and most of their work seems to amount for nothing.

Others still work as cashiers, or salespeople in stores, again, usually for minimum wage. Most of them come home jaded, hating people as a whole.

And they feel bad for me when I say I am a janitor.

I work nights- I happen to adore nights. I am a true night owl, and my sleeping patterns have always gravitated to that shift no matter what. I quite honestly prefer working nights to working the 9-5 shift. I get paid better then minimum wage. I go home good bone deep tired, unstressed, and not having a special hatred of everyone around me.

That said there are parts of my job that drive me crazy- it wouldn't be a job without them! However, if I happen to spend three hours with a mop, I do a lot of thinking. This Blog is to bitch about the things that drive me crazy, and the strange things I muse about while mopping.