this is one of my facets, Eye. the upper image is of his old design, the lower is of his current design. He’s nonverbal, and its largely in charge of my synesthesia and imagination. He’s the one with the ideas, and the art. He’s also one of my clearest facets so //// here he is ))).
I know it is quite customary for tumblr folk to keep their stories as generic as possible, in order to acrue the greatest number of likes and reblogs. If you expect something like that you....should....stop....reading......NOW.
The worst best part of working there is that I can get a first hand view of just how miserable, and I mean MISERABLE, it is to have a 9-5 job.
Well, technically I don't have a nine-to-five, since I work 7-4, so I really don't know what that is like, but one can assume. My co-workers and I get paid pretty well (nearly twice minimum wage). Yet salaries aside, It's very difficult for us to relate to one another. Eventually it dawned on me that for most of my coworkers this job is about as good as it's gonna get. I don't blame them for not trying to get along with me. I would hate to have a smartass college student disturbing my regularly scheduled shitty job.
In a seemingly unrelated but thematically correlated story....My uncle who has been in the United States since age 17 went back home (El Salvador for those that don't know) for the first time. Though he is only 36, one would guess he is much older, this is because of the physical toll that construction work takes...
We were having dinner before he left and went out to some restaurant with a live mariachi playing the back. All of my immediate family as there, and we had to wait a while before being seated. As the music played I kept making faces at my little brother through our reflections in and enormous mirrors lining the walls of the atrium. On one of those ocassions I caught my uncles gaze, I felt nervous and immediately made a monkey face (a heavy hitter with my little brother, he usually starts giggling uncontrollably). My uncle quickly averted his eyes and soon after that we were seated.
.....The next day...
As we walked into SFO we once again crossed eyes, this time through the reflection of the large glass windows all around the airport. I once again made the same stupid face, this time he smiled. He said, in a very laconic yet cheerful voice, "The smile you carry now I once had, and the wrinkles you see here will someday be yours." This of course, is said MUCH better in Spanish. "Como me veo me vi, y como me ves, te veras." shorter and rhythmic right?? He said this not only because he's feeling old, but because like many of my coworkers, he feels he could have done better.
But, the pseudo romantic side of me would rather think he was urging me to enjoy my youth while it lasts....So my next post will cover just how I lived up to his commandment...stay tuned.
