Good News, I'm Being Moved Inside, So I Won't Be Freezing My Ass Off.

Good news, I'm being moved inside, so I won't be freezing my ass off.

Neutral news: Supervisor bailed. The EM finally called us and sent us the info that we need today.

Bad news: We don't have radios

I can't sleep and the near constant notifications from Tumblr aren't helping.

(No, I can't turn my phone on vibrate because too many people in my family are sick and I'm the only one who wakes up to my phone ringing more than I do my own alarm)

So, I've given up sleeping for the night. I have to wake up in like...two hours anyway. (Shift starts at 4, we leave the house no later than 3:15, my alarm goes off at 2:00 so I have time to get ready)

I've been awake since 11:15 May 1st with only a three hour nap on May 2nd. My shift is 15 hours (4:00 to 19:00)

I've got a Mountain Dew, a Powerade, and 2 Rockstar to keep me awake for the shift (and food)

...sigh

At least the pay's decent. Our highest paying venue at $16 and hour

Idek what I'm doing in this wind tunnel. There's no credentials I need to be watching for, the only people allowed on cite are all staff working here, and it's only the same 10 people coming through here since 8.

And now I'm pretty sure sitting here has made me sick.

If I got sick because they stuck me in a fucking Wind tunnel for no damn reason for 11 hours (it's only been 5 so far, but I'm not likely to move before I'm off for the day) I'm gonna be even more pissed.

....If I am sick, that'll give me an excuse not to work the shift I was called into for tomorrow evening. I hate that venue.

Being sick is inconvenient to an extreme level

I can't sleep and the near constant notifications from Tumblr aren't helping.

(No, I can't turn my phone on vibrate because too many people in my family are sick and I'm the only one who wakes up to my phone ringing more than I do my own alarm)

So, I've given up sleeping for the night. I have to wake up in like...two hours anyway. (Shift starts at 4, we leave the house no later than 3:15, my alarm goes off at 2:00 so I have time to get ready)

I've been awake since 11:15 May 1st with only a three hour nap on May 2nd. My shift is 15 hours (4:00 to 19:00)

I've got a Mountain Dew, a Powerade, and 2 Rockstar to keep me awake for the shift (and food)

...sigh

At least the pay's decent. Our highest paying venue at $16 and hour

I was right, yesterday's shift in a wind tunnel did make me sick. I still don't feel good.

I tried to call off today, but Manager L guilt tripped me into still going in tonight.

I'm not looking forward to it.

She said she'd let me leave as soon as she could.

Also told me it's a parking shift, but I don't need a car because this venue has parking shacks

Hello. I couldn't find you DP/DC story on AO3. Have you not added it? Or is it under a different author name?

It's not up on ao3 yet. I'll announce here when I cross post them over, though😸

"Danny?" Tucker asked.

He didn't say anything, not even twitching. He just kept staring at the sky.

"Oh, no," Sam moved to stand over him, "You don't get to brush that off. I asked if that includes you."

Did that include him? That was a good question. He didn't particularly remember wanting to be anything more than he was, maybe a bit smarter and better liked. He didn't think he wanted much of anything, either. Being invisible, not having or doing anything that would draw significant attention was good. It was safe.

Maybe that was it. Maybe that did include him. The part that hadn't died, Danny Fenton, still didn't like attention. He liked being invisible. Danny Phantom, the part that died, liked attention. He liked that people were seeing and reacting to him. He liked the positive attention.

Danny rolled over so he could stand up without hitting Sam. "I've gotta head home and make sure Mom doesn't try cooking anything."

He ignored Sam and Tucker as he left the roof. He had a lot to think about.

Invisible

“Do you ever think it’s ironic?” asked Sam.  “That people who can become invisible act so flashy?”

Next to her on the roof, Danny kicked his feet back and forth.  A parade of ghosts marched through the streets below.  “I mean, you have to remember the people who become ghosts.”

Sam looked at him.  “What do you mean?”

“Well, it’s people who didn’t get what they wanted in life.  Who wanted to do something, or be something, but didn’t get to.  People who already feel invisible.”

“Does that include you?”

Danny shrugged and leaned back to look at the sky.