Okay, I didn’t call in sick to watch the hockey game, but rather because I’d of ended up going home tired today if I didn’t. I got in at about 2:00 this morning, and would have had to get up again at 9 or 10 to be ready to leave for work, which starts at 2 in the afternoon. Now, keep in mind I didn’t actually end up falling asleep ’til 4 or so, so this morning and most of today would have been rough if I’d actually gone in. So I didn’t. And in doing so, I discovered just after calling in that my beloved team would be playing the enemy, and my calling in sick just inadvertently allowed me a golden opportunity to watch them do something I’ve only ever seen them do maybe once–win in a shootout. And they did. Somehow, by a rather unusual stroke of luck, they did. And suddenly, I don’t feel quite so bad for calling in sick today. Of course, that might just be because I’ve nearly finished this beer sitting on the desk next to me. Oh well. They won, I deserve it.
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A game worth calling in sick for.
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What do your dreams mean?
What Your Dreams Mean…
Your dreams seem to show that you’re a bit disturbed… but nothing serious.You may have a problem you’re trying to work out in your sleep.
Overall, you are very content in your life.
And now, I go to lunch.
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This building’s basement smells decidedly like pot.
And, of course, to do my laundry I have to make regular trips back and forth from the basement. Keep in mind I live on the third floor, but that’s a whole other issue. So every time I have to make a trip down there, to bring clothes down or take the clean ones up, I get a nice healthy dose of weed smell. I’ve never smoked it, but I’ve been around enough people to have… I can tell what’s going on. Now, personally, I could care less one way or the other, I mean, I can’t control what these other fools do in their apartments, but Christ almighty. Not what I want to smell when I leave the laundry room, thankyaverymuch. Ah well, they just let anyone rent apartments here it looks like.
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Easiest evening I’ve had in ages.
In 2 minutes, I will be off, unless my phone goes off. I haven’t had a call in 10 or so. I think I’m gonna be safe for getting off at 11 tonight… sweet, freakin, jesus. Saturday night means pizza, garlic bread, and hopefully not staying at work ’til 1 in the morning. Not that I don’t want to, but… this is my weekend, dammit. I wanna go home. And now, I can.
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They heard me think about giving up coffee.
So in an attempt to stop that obvious plot in its tracks, the bastards have gone and developed ways to put caffeine in baked goods. Go for a doughnut and coffee, and only need the doughnut. Hey, and it’ll probably be cheaper for you, too. I promise, whether I give up coffee or not, I will never give up caffeine.
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Someone’s the paranoid sort, me thinks.
Just another example of a backwards country. A Jordanian father decided his daughter’s word and the word of a medical exam weren’t good enough, apparently, and shot her for supposedly not being a virgin. Now, granted I’m on the wrong side of the world to really care, but… around here, that’s perfectly and totally normal. I wouldn’t be surprised if people at 17 weren’t shot for still *being* virgins, really. Ah, well. If we can have nutty dictators, we can have off the wall social norms. Thank the gods I don’t live there.
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I’d be insulted too, but for a different reason.
A fast food group is up in arms about Kevin Federline’s participating in an ad campaign for an insurance company, playing the part of a fast food worker day dreaming about starring in a music video. Now, I can understand how it is they could perhaps see that as being a tiny bit insulting, I mean, it’s implying that everyone who works there would rather be doing anything but that, right? But… honestly? I think I’d be more insulted by the fact it’s Kevin Federline doing the acting. The guy can’t act… that’s such a truth. The guy can’t sing… that’s a more obvious truth. Even the insurance company says if anyone’s being made fun of here, it’s Federline. At which point I silently snicker and move on to the next article, and try to keep a straight face while taking this call. That’s the hardest part…
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I officially need more blogs to read.
It’s damn near 1 in the morning, I technically don’t *have* to be in bed for another hour, and I’m bored as hell. Not to mention I need something to read during down time at work… and hardly anyone on my current llist of blogs actually blogs regularly anymore! … Not that I really have all that much room to talk lately but we’re not touching that with a 50-foot pole. Besides nothing exciting happens around here anymore.
Speaking of work, though, for the first time since my first day I actually managed to be considered off as of 11:00, as opposed to the typical 11:30, 12, or 12:30 that’s been the norm. I’d actually forgotten what it felt like to be off when I’m supposed to be.. pretty sad considering it’d only been, like, 3 or 4 days. It was nice, though, to just get home before midnight (like I’m busing in -27 degrees C temperatures) and actually relax for a bit, rather than get through the door, get crap ready for the next day, then head for bed. Hm… I get paid this week. Rent comes out next week. Crap. Well, I tried. And I’ve run out of things to say. Dammit people gimme something to read! -
I’m so glad I’m working on a Saturday.
My Leafs, my poor, poor Leafs, are getting their rear ends handed to them. And I’m missing it. Not that I’m complaining about missing it. I love the team, but… um… 6 1 when last I checked, and it’s gotta be in the third period by now? Oh lordy lordy if sucking were a crime that game would warrant a life sentence. And All I have to say on this is I still refuse to cheer for Ottawa. Now if I could just have a reason to cheer for Toronto…
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Do you get enough sleep?
You Get Enough Sleep
Although sometimes it make not feel like it on Monday morning…
You are getting enough sleep.
Want to sleep better? Try wearing socks to bed and turning your clock to where you can’t see it.
I sure don’t feel like I do at the end of my shift…