I am hotter than hell right now, even in the cafeteria. My hair is wet. Not damp, wet. It’s the hard hat. The janitor said I looked like a fraggle with it on. He was talking about the little green guys that were always building these geometric structures in the background on that old Jim Henson show, Fraggle Rock. I’m like, “Oh my God, I do!”

I wonder if they’d give me one of the blue caps that everyone else has. They’re padded on the inside, but they look like they probably keep you cooler than a hard hat.

Rick doesn’t even have his hat on half the time. I wonder if I’d get in trouble if I “forgot” mine. Probably. My red hair would be very noticeable.

Early this morning, I was just going about my routine, and something passed over my head. I said, “What the—?” I looked up, and sure enough, something was flying around, near the ceiling.

Trying not to panic, I walked over to Angelo and said, “There is a bird or a bat in here.”

“Yup, I saw it. It’s a little red bird.”

“Oh, thank God.”

“Are you afraid of bats?”

“Terrified.” I told him my bat story.

Have I ever told you the bat story? I don’t think so. I don’t have time to do it justice right now, but it’s on the list in my head of stuff I could write about.

I’m petrified of two things:

1. Rejection

2. Bats

I’m afraid of plenty of other things, too, but those are my two biggest fears, in that order.

Never a dull moment in the WH at The Hutch.

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