Oh Dear God No

I just worked for 12 hours, called in the at the very last minute, didn’t realise that they’d make me work both the other person’s shift and my own  at the same time. Not fun in the slightest. I smelt like burnt bacon and still need to shower. I’m just tired.

Rough Night’s Sleep

My sleep is messed up again. I would wake up, wander around my house, go back to sleep, and repeat. This kept happening all night. The worst part of all this is that I don’t think I dreamt except for one dream. Yes, I’m going to tell you about the dream I had.

I’d been having trouble sleeping all night, I would wake up wander around my house, go back to sleep, and repeat the cycle again, all night. Finally I fell asleep. When I awoke the next time, it was beautiful outside. The sun was shining, the dead grass and trees twinkling with a little bit of frost and melting snow. I then looked at my clock. It was 1pm. I was supposed to be at work 5 hours ago. So I tried calling someone, but the lines were busy and I couldn’t get a hold of anyone. So I got ready and walked 20 minutes to work.

I don’t know what happens next because as I was walking down the bike path, the weather getting colder, clouds starting to fill up the sky, I awoke in my bed, one hour had passed since I had woke up previously.

Up to that point I didn’t even realise that I was dreaming. Right now, I don’t even know if I’m dreaming, but I’m just going to play along with it until I either wake up, or go back to sleep. Time to finish getting ready to work.

Be Excellent To Each Other

I just don’t get it. I don’t understand why people are surprised when they walk into my workplace, and I greet them and give a kind word. I had to explain today that I treat others the way I would want to be treated in such an establishment. Its all about mutual respect. If the customer is polite, I’ll be polite. If the customer isn’t polite, I’ll still be polite anyway if not a tad quick to get rid of them. It confuses me that people don’t understand that.

Randy The Blog Presents: VERTIGO

I have a cold, one which I thought I was almost over. Fever broke Wednesday, and the cough lessened, but when I went to work Friday it decided to stage a counter-attack. Near noon Friday afternoon, I blew my nose to get rid of some mucus in my nose, and next thing I know, I’m falling over. Oh joy, a feeling I haven’t felt in a long time: VERTIGO. HOORAY!

I was forced in to see a nurse, who said the only thing I could really do was to go home and rest, and if I couldn’t then I’d have to not over exert myself for the remainder of my shift. So yeah, I still ended up working for the last two days, and I don’t feel any better. Luckily (or unluckily, can’t decide which), I won’t be working again until Thursday, so I’ll have a few days to just rest and get this out of my system. So look forward to another week of my bitching about having a cold.

Fuzzy Cotton Ball Head

I’ve got a cold. I hate colds. I’m going away now until I feel better. Just wanted to meet my daily quota of posts. Bleh.

I’m going to go pick up some OTC cold remedies and then go back to sleep before going to work…in a mask…to prevent any spread of this cold. Good thing its only the early symptoms, so nothing more than this big ass cotton ball around my head, and leaky, runny nose.

I just want to go back to bed.

Busy x3

Today I ran around like a chicken with its head cut off. It was just that busy. Surprising since usually its slow as hell on a Saturday, and I can usually get all I need to get done well before the end of my shift. I’m taking about my work, in case you can’t figure that out. Ugh. Can’t wait for this day to end, just so I can go to sleep. Tomorrow I clean, and then finally write.

Coffee

Someone donated two pounds of Jamaican Blue Mountain Coffee to the place I work. I was elated when told to brew a pot and sell it at out regular price to our customers, maybe asking for a little donation if they like it. I’ve had Jamaican Blue Mountain before, and can still remember the taste, and I was happy to share it with people who may not have had the chance to try it before.

So I made the pot, and gave it to the first people who walked in, asking them to come back with feedback on what they thought. Ten minutes later, they came back and asked if they could have the regular coffee we sell instead because this didn’t taste right. I was surprised. I poured myself a cup and had a taste, and told them I may have brewed it too weak and to come back next time I was on and I’d figure out the correct ratio of water to grounds.

Last night, after doing much research and math, I figured out an amount that would maybe make it a little strong, but still drinkable. So I walked into work, got out my measuring cups, did my thing and brewed another pot of Jamaican Blue. This time I wasn’t taking any chances, this time I took the first cup from the freshly made pot…and it was a complete failure.

First off, the coffee tasted like an ashtray or dirty dishwater or both. This was not the Jamaican Blue I remembered. Second off, without an hour of drinking the coffee, I was hit major stomach upset and pain. Signs that the coffee was stale. I’ll have to check in with my boss to see if they still expect me to sell it, but myself I will not be drinking any.

TIRED

Second full day of work, so so tired. Luckily, tomorrow I only work the morning, 4 hours, and then a day off, and then back in again. Really messed up schedule. Guaranteed 16 hours a week minimum, 28 maximum. It all depends on what’s going on that week.

Just so tired.

No progress on my novel. I’ll be spending tomorrow evening making a basic plan of it, as I had a notion. An old notion, but something that would work for a novel. I’ll try to write something substantial Sunday.