bring out the kleenexes...
It's the start of the weekend for everyone else, but not for me.
Happy Tuesday, I suppose, and I can't wait until it's Friday in my universe. Strike that: I can't wait until Saturday. I've spent the last 2 days at work helping people download free holiday ringtones, suspend their phones because they left them on the train/airplane/bus/cab/etc., and try to figure out not-so-complex billing issues. Pay your damned bill, easy-peasy. Seriously, I'll be the first person to admit that I am irresponsible with the coin, but I can't comprehend yelling at a perfect stranger because I haven't paid my bill and my service has been disconnected. In fact, a lot of the things customers' have said to me are appalling... where the hell did they learn to speak to people like that? I've got two more days of nights and then it's back to the regular schedule. And, lord knows, I'm going to miss nights. The quiet of it, and of course, the easy pace. And I'm sure the amount of drunk callers is going to decrease for me.
I've been up and down all week, but I see a plateau in sight. I plan on doing nothing much this week but go out to the coffee shop before work and chill with the paper, and after work, go to the gym and then swim with my little girl. I'm dying for some physical activity... I find it hard to actually get out and do something when on the night shift. I'm generally just so damned tired all the time, that hopefully, after a while, I'll be full of beans again.
My social life is insane. I've got a really good friend and we seem to be running into each other constantly. It's been great, and, it makes me want to see more of him. No romantic intentions, but I'm not as sure that I would pass it up this time around. My crushes at work are just so junior-high. I bloody well blush every time I see him, which just makes me shake my head. And there's this chickie at work who is definitely interested. Funny, that I get hit on more often by women than by men. However, a friend of mine says that I just notice it more.
I've got a lot of writing to do. Several projects on the go with looming deadlines. Argh, is all I have to say about that.
I need to quit that caffeine addiction. I am always dying for another coffee.
I simply cannot sleep. I'm going to be a walking zombie all because I'm too interested in reading and writing than laying down for a nap before work. 4 hours today, 5 hours yesterday... it's all going to catch up, I'm sure.
What a bloody, lazy, half-assed attempt at writing an article. My apologies, all around.