Yet another cold, untoasted bagel with stolen cream cheese and fruit

This gig was so much better at the beginning when my mom made me/brought me lunch, or even when there will still left-overs in the frig, or food in the frig. sigh.

My apologies to the few who care for negelecting this blog recently (I was somewhat startled to learn of your existance). I just wasn't inspired Monday, not that there weren't horrors to be inspired by, I was just to disconnected from my body during the experience to write about it later. I think I was in shock and wouldn't believe that I was actually there.

My mind is still completely numb but sometime filled with a coffee shop dream. There maybe a light at the end of a short dank tunel and that life just might be SIFE. There starting their own coffee shop and I sort of know the person heading it up so I might be able to get a job there. Unlikely, but it gets me through today.

Whether this is my last week or not, it's best to think of it like it is. Makes it survivable, though it does make Mondays a shock. It would be great to quit Thursday though, supposedly we're not scrubbing any more bathrooms in the morning until Friday. Of course, there is still the afternoon. . .

It's interesting how the job looks from the third week and little sleep.

Thank goodness for last night though. Thank goodness for friends that take me out and let me forget that I am a poor, lowly, unskilled, serf under Claudette's rule. Even if it does involve absurd amounts of Say What?! coffee (which is highly potent by the by) for absolutely no reason, and unsanitary spas late at night when I have to get up so early. It was great.

This morning I was trying so hard to be happy. I stayed in bed for a long time after my alarm went off listening to "Hillary's Random Mix" [I love Live :)]And I was actually being fairly successful [partial credit is due to the wonderfully snuggly feeling I had just before I drifted off to sleep last night] but as soon as I walked into the office to drop my stuff off I realized that I had left my cell phone under my pillow. Four hours this morning having no idea what time it was! It was horrible. Walking down that hallway the first time this morning I felt like I had been checked into a mental institute and been bereft of all of my personal belongings. It felt like I was never going to make it back out.

Tonight I'm going home and sleeping. Than Wednesday night, Gothika! yeah! :)

A couple minor positive notes: There were some wonderful chances for scrimshanking this morning. I managed to sneak a short nap in one of the closets I was scrubbing. hehehehehe. . .