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I actually work in a datacenter. we are actually restrained when it comes to power. newer systems are always smaller, but more powerful. we are removing 1000 old systems to free up power/space for 200 new ones. noise out side is for the most part non existent. yes more when generators are needed. but they are needed. -
By Crinklz Kat · Posted
Great timing. I'm in need of some new pads. -
Interesting to hear about the various creams available at your side of the water, we get to that side of the pond from time to time and it's handy to know. Over in the UK I get Zinc and Castor oil baby cream which sounds similar and costs £2 in our local supermarket. It does have pictures of babies on it but works well on my ancient frame. It can also be bought in 'plain packaging' generic tubs if it matters to anyone. -
By BloncoCraven · Posted
Escaping Daycare Pat 2 “Wake up Marizia. You gotta get ready to go.” “But mom, it's Saturday.” I whined. “I have work today so you're going to daycare.” I sat up with fear in my heart. The thought of my first full day back in the little kid room made me sick to my stomach. “Mom, I've been meaning to talk to you about that.” “About what?” “Well I'm 18 now and I'm gonna be done with high school in a few months. I'll be moving out soon so shouldn't I be staying home alone? Ya know, as practice.” “Well kiddo, if you had asked me that a few days ago I might have said yes and maybe I would have tried you out staying home alone for an hour or two and let you build up from there. But you ran away from daycare and caused a big commotion, so no. You're staying in daycare and you're going to keep going even when you're in college.” “What!? No! I can't still be going to daycare during college! Mom please!” I begged. “I'm sorry, but immature decisions get immature punishments. Maybe I'll consider trusting you in your second year.” Mom flipped back the covers of my bed and checked my diaper, “Wet and poopy, just like the little kid you've shown me you are.” Mom quickly took my diaper off and wiped me clean, then I went to the bathroom to take a shower, one of the few times of the day I got to experience life without padding between my legs. After the shower I came back to my room and mom was sitting in my desk chair, going through my papers. “Moooom.” I whined, “Those are my private things.” “Yeah, well sometimes a mother has to be more concerned. These poems are disturbing.” She read one allowed, “Suffering of sickness, a suffocating stiffness, trapped inside a child's life, any clean escape I’d like.” “I'm sorry, but it's true. I don't wanna be in daycare anymore!” I raised my voice, “and I wanna learn how to change myself.” “We've tried you changing yourself before Marizia. You always leak.” Mom said sharply. “The last time we tried was years ago! I was like 12. We can try again.” I begged. “Maybe in a few months, after I cool down from what you did, but I won't reward bad behaviour.” I put my head in my hands and sighed. Mom laid me down on the bed and put me into a fresh diaper. I picked out a comfortable outfit. An oversized t-shirt, some sweatpants and a cardigan. Then Mom and I quickly ate some breakfast and went out the door. The drive there was quiet and awkward. But as I was climbing out of the car, mom said, “I love you.” “I rolled my eyes at her and slammed the door as I walked into daycare. In the main hallways I saw Coltrain. A cool, calm and relaxed black guy with dreadlocks who was 29 years old. “Hey Marizia.” He said with a gentle smile. “Hey Coltrain.” I said, trying to seem positive for him even though I felt nauseous. As I was putting my stuff away in my cubby I had a thought. “Coltrain wasn't here on the day I escaped. Maybe he doesn't know I'm supposed to be in the little kid room.” I thought. I turned around and walked casually to the big kid room. I was stopped in my tracks by the feeling of his strong hand on my shoulder.” “Sorry Sprout.” He said, “Delores says you're full time in the little kid room now.” He directed me back towards the little kid room with his strength and I walked straight in. I looked around and saw Caidance checking one kid's diaper. I saw Mia who I hated because she was only 16 and already one of the daycare staff. I walked to the back of the room and wedged myself between the toy chest and the Lego shelf, trying to hide myself as best I could. “This is bullshit. I should be in the big kid room playing PS2. What am I gonna do all day, play with toys, talk to little kids?” I sulked. “I'm 18, I shouldn't even be in daycare at all. If I didn't need these stupid diapers I’d be walking around town on a Saturday hanging out with my friends.” “Hey Marizia, you seem troubled.” Mia approached me. “Please go away. I'm embarrassed enough. I don't need-” Mia interrupted me. “Hey, it's ok Marizia. You don't need to be embarrassed. Keeping you in the little kid room doesn't say anything about you. It's just the best way we have to keep you safe.” She said softly. “I don't wanna be kept safe. I wanna be out having fun with friends my own age.” “Well they may not be your age, but there's a lot of people here who'd like to be friends with you. If you talked to some of em I think you'd find you have a lot in common.” I groaned. “I don't have anything in common with these toddlers.” “Don't feel bad, Marizia. It shouldn't matter if they're a little bit more advanced than you are.” “They're more advanced than me!?” I raised my voice. “Cool your jets, little Sprout.” Mia said, “Most of the other tots here are fully potty trained.” “I'm incontinent. From a serious health condition.” I growled. “I think that's just an excuse. You just need to work harder and learn to control it. You need to believe in yourself.” “Shut up Mia!!!” I screamed. I stood up and stomped my feet. “You think I haven't worked hard to figure this out! That I haven't agonized over getting out of diapers every day! This is agony, it's disgusting. Being covered in my own piss and shit! How dare you imply that I'm not trying to get out of this!” Coltrain walked up to us. “Marizia, are you alright?” He asked, a little shaken by my yelling. “No l, Coltrain, I'm not alright. I'm an 18 year old going to daycare and I'm sick of it.” I walked confidently out the door, into the hallways then I stepped out onto the front deck and leaned against the halfwall with both hands. I breathed the fresh air as tears fell down my face. “Goig outside should be my right. It should be my privilege. I work hard like everyone else my age. I have straight A’s, I don't drink or do drugs. Hell I've never even had sex. But no. I'm stuck here.” Coltrain walked out of the building and put his hand on my shoulder. “Hey, Marizia. I know you said you're not alright. I guess what I really wanted to ask was, how can I help?” The tears began to flow even harder as I collapsed into a deep cry. I smothered myself in Coltrain’s chest and weeped into his green staff T-shirt. Coltrain was comfortable just rubbing my back and being with me. “It's alright. I know this must be hard for you.” He mumbled. “It is.” I sniffled. “But you're gonna get through this and besides you're 18 which means you'll be heading to college soon. No more mom to make you go to daycare.” I weeped harder and grabbed his shirt tightly. “Mom said she's gonna make me go to daycare even when I'm in college!” “Woah, hey, it's ok. Marizia, she can't make you do that. Once you're out on your own she won't have any authority over you. I say you graduate high school and you get a job and you move out over the summer.” “I think-” I hiccupped, “I think I need to.” “Definitely. We love having you Marizia. But we don't wanna see you suffer either. Do you wanna come back inside for now?” “Not with Mia in there.” I sniffled. “I don't think Mia's gonna be there much longer. I think Delores and Eveline are chewing her out in the office.” Coltrain explained. “Really?” I looked up at him. “Yeah. I saw them take her in there.” “Can I come in in a minute? I just want some time to gather myself.” “Sure.” Coltrain said, “I'll just go down the stairs and stand in the parking lot so I can keep an eye on you while you do what you need to.” “Ok.” I agreed. Coltrain went down the stairs and I found myself alone, kinda. I stared out at the open road. I watched the breeze blow through the grass and shake the trees. I watched birds flying free and thought of them like cousins. “I wanna be free like them. I feel like a bird in a cage. This is a big soft cage, that I can never leave.” I looked down at Coltrain and he was still watching me from the parking lot. I saw two teenagers walk past on the sidewalk. “I could hop off this deck and run from Coltrain. On the off chance I'm faster than him I could be free… For the day at least. But escaping again would just extend my entrapment longer.” I felt a rumble in my abdomen. “No.” I said outloud, then suddenly I filled my diaper with hot mess. “Nooohohooo.” I whined, more years coming from my eyes. “You ok, Marizia?” Coltrain called out. “Yeah, I'm fine.” I tried to lie. “Did you poop?” He asked. “No!” I walked quickly into the daycare and back into the little kid room, tucking myself back into my little wedge between the Lego shelf and toy box. Coltrain came in shortly after. He smiled and nodded at me, but kept to himself. In some time I saw Mia getting escorted out, then Delores came to talk to me. “Hey Marizia.” She said. “What?” I looked up at her sadly. “It wasn't right, the way Mia talked to you. We've decided she'll only be tending to the big kid room from now on.” I sighed. “Does that mean I'll be stuck in here for a long time?” I asked. “That's something else I wanted to talk to you about.” Delores sat down on the floor in front of me, which was hard at her age and size. “Eveline and some other staff have noticed that you no longer feel comfortable being here under supervision.” “What tipped you off?” I rolled my eyes. Delores coughed and allowed the comment to blow past. “Marizia. We wanna offer you a deal. We know that you're a big kid. You're the oldest kid we have in the daycare. But nevertheless you have to be brought to the little kid room to have your diapers changed. So access to this room is necessary for you.” “Yeah.” I groaned quietly. “We know that if it weren't for the diaper changes you likely wouldn't need as much supervision as you do. So we wanna offer you a position.” “Like a job?” I asked, shocked but interested. Delores took a second to phrase things right. “Like a modified job. We have two kinds of employees here: Licensed Early Childhood educators, like Me, Eveline and Coltrain and then Daycare helpers like Mia and Caidance.” “That makes sense.” “We wanna make you a jr helper.” “A jr helper?” I asked. “Well obviously you still need to be supervised just a little. But we know you're mature enough to be given a higher position. So we want you to help us out with watching and caring for the littler kids in the daycare. Of course the rest of us will still check and change you and we'll still give you lunch and make sure you leave with your mom. But other than that, it'll be just like you're a staff member.” “Will I get paid?” I asked. “No sweetie. We need to be paid to watch you. This is more of an honorary thing.” “So my mom will be paying for me to have a job.” I said dryly. “Or you can choose to stay as just a regular little kid. It's up to you. I just thought you might want some opportunities to talk with an older crowd and experience a bit more freedom.” “What freedoms would I get?” “We're willing to let you in on grown up conversations and staff decisions. We'll give you supervised access to the staff area for coffee and snacks and you can decide which activities you wanna participate in and which you wanna help with from the outside.” “So no more quiet circle? Or water balloon fights when I'm wearing makeup?” I nodded my head, “I’m in! I'll be your jr helper.” I shook her hand and we smiled at each other. “Let's get you a staff shirt!” Delores smiled. She walked off and I followed her out to the hall and into Eveline's office. My new life was set in stone. I'm a jr helper. -
Yeah that’s rough dude, Though it’s interesting I was just talking about this at work, I was like “ it many people realize this, but it’s important that some people work on Labor Day because sometimes some people need things done on their day off that needs to be taken care of or they need to get something so they can relax on Labor Day, because it would REALLY suck not having these services accusing the weekend.” And I would know I worked though Labor Day weekend including today, but it doesn’t bother me I look forward to helping others. anyways I hope your toothache gets sorted out soon
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