Work bites.

So I got called off of work tonight. You know I sorta enjoy being lazy...and like not working. You know that people in Europe get paid vacations all the friggin' times...or paid time off...because they figure that someone shouldn't be at work all the time...it increases productivity to get a break...um...I just had six months off...and I already hate work. I work friggin' part time. I'm kinda glad I didn't have to go to work tonight though...my only amigo has left third shift...which bites. I'm pretty bad at making friends...like I don't talk to people...so I guess that deters them from making friends with me. Oh and I would like to say....if you are around a rather quiet person don't say, "Hey...you can come over here and talk to us...we don't bite." Someone said that recently to my boyfriend...and I was like cringe...I hate that shit...I just want to inform you that that does not make us more inclined to come chat...geesh...ok...this blog was about nothing? Possibly.

The way to the middle is in between.

So I was let off work early after eating at a Halloween carry in. I feel immense pressure whenever I'm in line for those things. Like the weight of the world is hovering on your shoulders the minute you step in the line. People's eyeballs grow laser cannons that pierce the very pores in the back of your neck. Pick your food and hurry. No one picked the cookies I brought in. It didn't help that they were practically hidden! Geesh. Well I have nothing else to write and am trying to decide whether to play my video game (FF 12) or finish my book (The Dark Tower 2). I think I'll go read. My book has gotten all jacked up! I'm sure it will only continue from there.

Sleep, that one frontier I never go to.

Hunter S. Thompson used to say that sleep sucks. Or something to that point. I'm sure he was much more poetic than that. (Probably "Sleep sucks cock and balls.") So he slept very little. Which is the case for me now of days. I don't remember the last time I've slept a good 52 hour week, which was mandatory for me. Now I'm lucky if I get 25 hours of sleep. That is the price of working third shift. I don't know why I keep getting these oddball jobs that place me with oddball people and oddball situations. Like pizza delivery. Man, there were some awesome people I delievered pizza too. Not that I don't like the people at my job. They're all pretty awesome. (Except sometimes I can actually feel my teeth grinding when some of them speak.) But third shift people are just weird. It takes a different set of balls to work third shift...and to stay awake. Like now...I should be asleep...but I can't. Come 11 o'clock I'm gonna be chugging some nasty watery coffee. Man, why do things that are free have to suck? Why can't we get a Starbucks machine at my work and the coffee from that, be free? Aaaahhhh...ranting to no one at all.
He was quite the handsome fellow.