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Recovering From Monday
Jun. 3rd, 2008 11:37 pmSo yesterday I came home from work (coffee co) and flopped down on my couch fully intending to fall asleep and stay asleep until I woke up again. This was around ten in the morning. I sort of drifted off - wasn't really sleeping but wasn't really awake either.
My phone rings. I'm like, blllleeeeeghhhhh? And I answer it, begrudgingly, because it's work (restaurant) calling me. My manager Vicki asked me to come in and work the lunch shift and I said I couldn't because I had no ride. Which was true, but also, I had my heart set on sleeping for the afternoon.
Apparently she had been calling people all morning to come in for lunch, because there were a couple graduations yesterday and she was afraid she didn't have enough people scheduled to handle the increased business that could possibly result. She told me she already called Bevan to come in and he said he could pick me up.
Plotting against me you see.
And she was right, it was a very, very busy shift. Pretty exhausting, actually. Did I mention I don't like that job?
Also, Bevan brought me a coffee when he came to get me :P
And so I did not get to sleep like I wanted to.
And then after work I went to Erica's house and we stayed up, oh, pretty much all night talking. That girl can talk like no one else I've ever met. And it's not the boring kind of talking, either - we're deep in conversation and then all of a sudden hours have passed.
So that's pretty cool. But what I should have done was gone back home and gotten some sleep, cause I'm missing it right about now.
And... my shoulder hurts. My back hurts. A lot. My jaw is sore. That is a new one. I don't really even want to be sitting here typing, but not doing anything is about as intolerable as doing something, so at least this way I'm distracted
What I needed to do yesterday, that I did not do because I was busy making extra money and hanging out with Erica, was clean up the upstairs for the next renters and wash the sheets and stuff - I didn't do that. I haven't done that yet. I need to do that now. Like, tonight. Except for I feel like shit.
Oh well.
My phone rings. I'm like, blllleeeeeghhhhh? And I answer it, begrudgingly, because it's work (restaurant) calling me. My manager Vicki asked me to come in and work the lunch shift and I said I couldn't because I had no ride. Which was true, but also, I had my heart set on sleeping for the afternoon.
Apparently she had been calling people all morning to come in for lunch, because there were a couple graduations yesterday and she was afraid she didn't have enough people scheduled to handle the increased business that could possibly result. She told me she already called Bevan to come in and he said he could pick me up.
Plotting against me you see.
And she was right, it was a very, very busy shift. Pretty exhausting, actually. Did I mention I don't like that job?
Also, Bevan brought me a coffee when he came to get me :P
And so I did not get to sleep like I wanted to.
And then after work I went to Erica's house and we stayed up, oh, pretty much all night talking. That girl can talk like no one else I've ever met. And it's not the boring kind of talking, either - we're deep in conversation and then all of a sudden hours have passed.
So that's pretty cool. But what I should have done was gone back home and gotten some sleep, cause I'm missing it right about now.
And... my shoulder hurts. My back hurts. A lot. My jaw is sore. That is a new one. I don't really even want to be sitting here typing, but not doing anything is about as intolerable as doing something, so at least this way I'm distracted
What I needed to do yesterday, that I did not do because I was busy making extra money and hanging out with Erica, was clean up the upstairs for the next renters and wash the sheets and stuff - I didn't do that. I haven't done that yet. I need to do that now. Like, tonight. Except for I feel like shit.
Oh well.
