Date: 4/19/2018
By savamey
I go to a railroad junction where I have to work. My job is to stand between the different tracks and check the different trains off as they pass through. Each train has a diamond sign on its front that I have to check, which involves me leaning over the track right before the train comes by. It’s terrifying, and the job gives me major anxiety. I want to move over a few spaces but the trains keep coming. Eventually, the trains stop coming, and I check the schedule, which is on a clipboard. All the trains that just went by were 3 PM trains, and I now have 30 minutes until the 3:30 PM trains arrive. A coworker at the junction, an elderly man, dies, and I turn his remains into sugar and I think I attempt to bake with his sugared remains.