A work day

I am Nancy Stubblefield, age 38. I was born, in 1971. I am five feet tall, and 110 lbs. I wear size ten petite pants. I have dark brown, straight hair, which is neck length. In addition, I have hazel eyes, and glasses.
I use a cane, because of a slight problem, of balance, and depth perception. In this story, I live in Forest Grove, Oregon.
One fall day, I get up and dressed in a purple sweatshirt, Minnie Mouse’s head is on the front. Then, I put on blue jeans, and black boots, with black laces.
Then, I grab my purple lunch bag, and my snack money. I climb down the seventeen stairs, and turn left. I walk through the front room, and dining room, to the kitchen. I get some dry cereal out, and put it in a Ziploc bag. Then, I put that in my lunch. I do not like powdered milk. However, that is the only milk, my group home has.
Next, I descend fourteen stairs, to the basement. I walk by the Hockey table, computer, and Television. I turn right, and walk into the office, to get my pills. I take them, with a nutrition drink.
Next, I grab an apple, and put it in my lunch bag. Next, I return to the front room, and exit the front door, where I wait for my ride, to work.
I ride a Tri-met bus. It takes a half hour, to get to work.
When I arrive, I enter the lunchroom, first. I hang my bag, and coat, on hooks near the door. Then, I walk through the lunchroom, past the two snack machines, and continue into the work area. I turn left, and approach the far corner. There, a staff member tells me, what line to work at.
I approach Damika's line, where I sit with several others. They are more handicapped, than I am. When you look at me, it might be hard to tell, that I have a handicap.
Today, Damika hands out six-foot power cords, for us to wrap. Another line has cleaned them. I pick up my first cord. Then, I fold it in half twice, before I fold it in thirds. Next, I grab a narrow rubber band, and wrap it around the folded cord three or four times. When it is tight, I put it in a short box. Then, I grab the next cord.
I smile, and sing, as I work. We work until 10:30. Then, we have a half hour break. After break, we work until 12:30. Then, we have a half hour lunch. Next, we work until 2:00.
After work, I return to the lunchroom. Then, I approach the snack machine, where I buy a candy bar.
Next, I approach a coworker, who is in a wheelchair. Her name is Lisa May House. I have learned that, she is nearly blind, and nearly deaf. Her voice is a mouse. It is good, that we both know the sign language alphabet. I put my hand in hers, as if shaking hands.
She feels my hand, grins, and chuckles! She knows me.
"Ha ha. Hi, Nancy! Go get a candy bar."
Lisa speaks, happily. She knows that I buy one, often. We are good friends!
Then, I let her touch the candy bar I just bought. This shows her my snack.
She giggles. Then, she jokes:
"Ha ha ha. A candy bar! Bad girl."
Meanwhile, she grins. Next, she says,
"Sit by me."
With a laugh, Lisa touches the empty chair, by her.
Then, I smile as I sit next to her.
Lisa enjoys talking with me, as I spell my responses, into her hand. She is very silly! We talk, and laugh, until her Tri-met bus comes.
There can be many passengers, on the bus I ride home. I am the last one off, most of the time. Therefore, it takes 90 minutes, to two hours, to get home. I am used to it.
When I get home, I climb up to my room, remove my coat, and put my lunch bag away. Then, I climb downstairs, and return to the kitchen.
It is my turn to cook, for ten people. A staff member brings up the food, from the basement. I cook two pans, of chili beans, and, ravioli, layered. Grated cheese, green onions, and olives, are on top. I do most of it myself. Staff preheats the oven. Then, he helps me, a little. After dinner is cooked, he carries it to our dining room table.
After dinner, I bring my dish to the kitchen, where a housemate washes the dishes. Then, the others watch Wrestling, on TV. Meanwhile, I climb up to my room.
I turn on my radio, and tune it to the station I like. I enjoy it, while I use my computer, until bedtime. While I listen, I might read stories, which I have typed. Alternatively, I choose between, dozens of computer games.
Just before bed, I return to the kitchen, to get a glass. Then, I take it to the office, in the basement. I take my nighttime pills with water. Then, I climb the 31 stairs, and enter my room.
I undress, and put my white pajamas on. Tiny blue flowers cover them. Next, I go to bed.
THE END