Well, I crashed. I saw the signs and prepared and all that. Lost a couple of days. Unfortunately, the words, “I’m sick” have no fucking meaning to work, who continued to call and email and P1 me, and I didn’t actually get good rest like I needed, so I’m not much better off than I was before. Hangin’ with a friend last night did make me feel a bit better, though.
I expect to be drinking heavily on Friday, and probably not doing anything useful for another goddamn weekend because I’m always exhausted. I am, however, slowly coming to the realization that work doesn’t pay me enough for this, even with all the benefits, and quite frankly, I’m not interested in telling my boss for the fourth time. So… I’ve never really done it before, but I suppose I’ll be clock jockeying and all that for the next couple of weeks, and then spending most of my vacation days on a week-long orgy of things-Strikes-likes.
Anyways. Thanks to the people who put up with my sorry ass this week. I do appreciate it. I hate to say it… but it’s probably gonna happen again shortwise. This time was pretty much a dry run because fuck work.