The long dark tea-time of the soul indeed. Probably not what Douglas Adams meant by the phrase, but I think it applies pretty well to the hour between two and three o’clock when work’s done at five, when the rest of the afternoon stretches interminably on before me. I know all I ever do on this blog is complain, but what else am I supposed to do exactly? I swear, I’m going to be unbearable for everyone else tomorrow. P already said I’m lucky cause I don’t have to come back next week. I hope she has the sense to get out of here soon. I think the grant cancellation I mentioned may be the last straw for her. I wouldn’t blame her for a minute if she walked out.
I need to make it to yoga tonight. It’s been over a week and I’m feeling the lack. That means staying sober tonight after work, because I can’t go there stoned. I could deal with it if I was one of those people who looks the same stoned & sober. I, however, belong to the other group of people, the ones that might as well have “baked” stamped on our foreheads in bright green neon. And I just can’t bear going to the yoga studio while I’m obviously high as a kite. It would be so disrespectful. Not to mention that balance goes to shit in that state. I may just crawl into bed with Brian after work and take a nap until seven or so. Actually, that sounds like a really good idea.
I’m debating whether to return to a nocturnal schedule for my time off. I know I’d enjoy it, and it’d be lovely to spend waking hours with my husband again. The downside is just that most of the jobs I’ll be applying for are daytime hours, so I’d have to wrench myself back onto days when I decide to go back to work.
Oh, who am I kidding? I know I’m going to go straight back to nights within a couple of days. Just watch – the yoga people will start to think I’m an early bird for showing up at their 6:30am classes, when in fact I will have been up all night. That’s what I used to do at the Curves when I lived in New Westminster. Be up all night, show up right at 7am when they opened, work out, come home & shower and then go to bed feeling nicely tired out. Not a bad system actually. I’d be coming home just after Brian gets home from work, and then we’d get to spend the morning together, and then go to bed around two or three in the afternoon.
Man, I need to find a job working nights again. I may try to pick up another night audit position. It’s really not bad work if you’re at a hotel where they let you sit down behind the desk. I just can’t deal with being on my feet all night.
Mercury retrograde is seriously fucking with this office. Considering the boss couldn’t find his own ass with both hands and a map at the best of times, the place really goes nutters when shipments go missing, then get found, then are damaged, etc, etc. Advisors get lost, appointments get missed, cheques goe missing, and the boss is in the middle with his head in his hands, keening softly.
The retrograde’s actually been treating me & Brian fairly well. Reversals of agreements that badly needed to be reversed. I left the job that’s been driving me insane, and Telus actually agreed to pay us back all the money they’d billed us for service & a computer that we never got. How Brian managed that one I do not know, but an unexpected $300 is a nice bonus. Probably getting thrown straight back at the credit card, but that doesn’t hurt. We’re (slowly) paying that down. Little by little, the debt is going away. Now we just have to keep from racking it up again. We do like to go out and enjoy ourselves – a dangerous tendency. We’ve learned about what not to do with credit cards though, and it could be a lot worse.
One more day, one more day. I’ve made it til just after 4pm now. It just remains to keep myself occupied for another hour.
