Where are my ruby slippers?
I'm tired today. Three days of hot, loud, dirty, walking up and down a million flights of ship's stairs all day long and sweat sweat sweat, smelling paint fumes, cleanser fumes, solvent fumes, exhaust fumes, and God knows what else, squeezing by painters, welders, tilers, electricians, union union union, yes ma'am, no ma'am, can you help me with this, three bags full. Brown water showers, hotel coffee, fast food dinners, southern hospitality, wine from the grocery store, bottled water, making spoons out of plastic hotel cups cuz I forgot to buy picnic ware at the WalMart where black women were placing 500 items on the belt in the 10 items or less line, beating their kids, yelling at each other, and ignoring everyone in line behind them who were rolling there eyes when they would argue a price or make the clerk take a charge off the receipt because they decided they no longer want the merchandise, driving around in a hoopdie with squishy breaks and air conditioner knobs missing, and automatic headlights that don't turn off when I stop the car.
I think I'm about ready to come home.