TGIHD....
Yes, thank God it's hump day indeed. If you would have told me 4 weeks ago that I would be looking forward to the weekend at some point, I probably would have chuckled and shrugged it off. Today, I'm in desperate need of weekend relief. Right now, I really wouldn't care if I am stuck in the house all weekend, just so long as I can relax. My feet are sore, my legs feel like dead tree trunks, my arms are numb, there's paint on my arm hair, I can't get the smell of sluge garbage water out of my nose (I think it's stuck in my nose hair...), and my knees feel like they should be the size of basketballs. Don't get me wrong, I enjoy the job - I just wish I wasn't standing on my feet for 9 hours straight with only an hour and a half's worth of relief scattered throughout the day. This weekend I am looking forward to staying up late and sleeping in. Should I find an activity to occupy my time, all the better.
My computer room kind of stinks right now. Since my knees have been hurting, I thought it would be wise to pick up some Icy Hot knee sleeves at the store tonight. You know the ones - Shaq advertised them, and I think Mia Hamm might have, too. Since Shaq and Mia Hamm have never led me astray before, I decided to go for their product. So far so good. I just get tired of the smell of Icy Hot after a while.
Though there are cons about the job I'm doing right now (boots having no padding, being covered in paint, stinky water on the floor, little time to rest my feet, etc.), ther are actually quite a few pros. Since painting this type of building doesn't require a whole lot of thought, I can really just put myself on autopilot and let my mind wander while I paint. I've wrestled over a few of the issues on my mind these days, but mostly it's just ideal time for daydreaming. While I'm up on my ladder, doing some of the finer detail work between pipes and on the ceiling, I like to imagine that I am an artist, to par with Michaelangelo, and I've been commissioned by the Holy See to renovate the building for holier purposes. Of course, painting a building plain white is rather dull, so I hid a penis high up near where the ceiling meets the wall. No Renaissance art would be complete without a penis. I drew it in the wet paint with my finger - I'm not even sure you would be able to see it once the paint dries. However, even though it is small and not visible from the floor, I know it's there.
My computer room kind of stinks right now. Since my knees have been hurting, I thought it would be wise to pick up some Icy Hot knee sleeves at the store tonight. You know the ones - Shaq advertised them, and I think Mia Hamm might have, too. Since Shaq and Mia Hamm have never led me astray before, I decided to go for their product. So far so good. I just get tired of the smell of Icy Hot after a while.
Though there are cons about the job I'm doing right now (boots having no padding, being covered in paint, stinky water on the floor, little time to rest my feet, etc.), ther are actually quite a few pros. Since painting this type of building doesn't require a whole lot of thought, I can really just put myself on autopilot and let my mind wander while I paint. I've wrestled over a few of the issues on my mind these days, but mostly it's just ideal time for daydreaming. While I'm up on my ladder, doing some of the finer detail work between pipes and on the ceiling, I like to imagine that I am an artist, to par with Michaelangelo, and I've been commissioned by the Holy See to renovate the building for holier purposes. Of course, painting a building plain white is rather dull, so I hid a penis high up near where the ceiling meets the wall. No Renaissance art would be complete without a penis. I drew it in the wet paint with my finger - I'm not even sure you would be able to see it once the paint dries. However, even though it is small and not visible from the floor, I know it's there.