Halfway through the week. Ugh!
Halfway through the week. Ugh! I heard some scuttlebutt about a cold front that is supposed to be coming in soon. I welcome it. These ridiculously short days would at least become a little more bearable if it felt like winter outside. Don’t get me wrong... I’ve always been a night person, so the coming of the evening doesn’t bother me. It’s the fact that those precious daylight hours with which to accomplish shit that requires... umm... seeing... yeah, those are all spent at work. It really gives me this miserable feeling in my gut like I’m wasting breath. Get up. Go to work. Come home. Go to sleep. Rinse. Repeat. Next thing ya know, you’re 80 wheeling around with a big fucking question mark above your head because you can’t figure out where your life went. I agree with Michael’s statement about taking half the money to have twice the time off. I’d do it in faster than a methamphetamined hamster brain synapse. I opted for the bus this morning because I’m masochistic like that... crowded as usual. At least today I’m not sitting with someone who is so big I have to split my chair in half to share one of their ass cheeks. I have my weekly engineering staff meeting at 8:30. I think I’m going to try to overdose on caffeine before it starts. It’s doable... even with my tolerance. I believe. Bonzai!
People should really slip the word scuttlebutt into conversations. That would rouse up some rigamerole.
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