yesterday was habitat for humanity day here in ct&d at the great genentech [heretofore noted as "gne"]. when i arrive to these sorts of things i have to continuously wonder why [WHY?] must and do i sign up for them? i get dirty. i get sweaty [at times]. i have to wear an ugly, previously used, notably disgusting hard hat... and gloves... and belt thingy. most of all, i get hungry... quite early on.
we arrived by 9a and by 9.25 we, all four of us ckpy ladies, were still standing over the glove pail trying to find matching items to wear. the fact that they were sandy and sweaty was not lost on me, mind you, and i finally had to choose a pair that resembled ov'gloves... you know those... and, really, i'm not positive that they weren't.
by 10 i wanted to know what was for lunch. WHAT were we going to have to eat? more importantly, what the heck time was it? my back already hurt and chadrick [what a name!] had us building walls. the nerve. well, i guess since i was there after i personally signed up for this manual labor activity and then volunteered to actually build walls, he had the right to tell me to follow-through. off to work i went, me, my lowes belt, and my hideous hard hat.... motto for the day? safety first!
noon didn't come soon enough. by this time my sweatshirt was off and i was fully sporting the wife-beater [when written it just seems so awful, doesn't it??] removing nails from a misplaced wall. i was still dwelling on the fact that someone actually put a wall on backwards when we decided to take it to the streets to grab food. mcdonalds [!!!] it was. o.m.g. sogood. soooooo.good. today, a day later, my stomach hates me for it. after cleansing myself [nearly three months ago] from such utter toxins by body rejects that sort of processed/fake food like kim jong il pushes out the year 1968. it HATES it. i, however, loved it... every second of my delicious big mac [one of which i haven't had in circa 10 years].
it was here that i noticed i was one hot mess. seriously. my pants seemed to be see-through. my cheap tank was see-through [don't you worry, i sure did have a sports bra on underneath], i was just all around trash central. to make it better, after we were finished with our do-gooding for the day we went to grab a margarita, all of us looking disheveled and accomplished, at the most poppin' place in burlingame... my hot city. i'm not sure what i think of when i wake in the morning and pick out some of the clothes i do. i mean, i'm a fashionable gal, to be sure, but there are times where i think i lose my mind on these matters.
i had to go home immediately after the final bite of burrito was taken in because justin called and i needed to shower. justin is one of my besties. seriously, i had a bff just like him in college but that went south and i am so glad that i can sit over a beer with him for two hours, talking about the most random things - encouraging each other. i loved it! i can tell him anything and he doesn't, to my face, think i'm nuts... we talked about everything going on in life - from jobs, to crushes, to, well, the unmentionable and quite questionable story. it made my day.
in the end the day ended up being a stupendous success - i worked, i felt useful, and, most fantastically, i gained another tan line that i'll have to rid myself of before 9p on saturday night when i don a black-tie dress to the black and white ball in s.f. really, this event has been 10 years [give or take two years] in the making and i'm going to look like a crazy doof on speed street [that's for you north carolinians out there!]... i loved that i had no contact to the internet for at least 8 hours, i was outside, and i was helping others. will a peace corps application be in my future? it's possible. and i think i would love it. i love this stuff... i really wish i hated money as much as i love working with other humans in servanthood. well, i'm getting there. and, soon, i'll be wearing the same outfit day in and day out while i commune with those i serve with... yeah right, if by serve with i mean "race" with because i'd be on the amazing race wearing the same clothes, then sign me up!
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