The Boredom is Starting to Eat my Soul...
Only three more hours. I have a new hatred...12 hour days. God, I wish Ella was working here with me this summer, then I would at least have someone to go visit from time to time. Thus far, I have resorted to wandering through the mill and getting strange looks from all the mill employees, and popping the giant roll of bubble wrap outside my door while I hop in delight, which of course results in MORE strange looks. I really love bubble wrap, though. I'm not entirely sure I should be popping it, though, as I'm sure it either does or will serve some purpose...*shrug*.
I got so tired the other day I managed to drive all the way home in my safety glasses, brush my teeth in front of the mirror WHILE STARING AT MYSELF, and change into pjs without noticing them on. I only realized it when I fell into bed and noticed the strange pain around my eyes. (Okay, I just had to explain the veerrrryyyy straight-forward computer system to a guy who has DEFINIATELY been working here longer than I have...this place is wack). My boss color-coordinates her outfits. Today she is wearing big pink earrings, a bright pink sweater, pink nailpolish, and a flourescent pink hard hat. I bet she was picked on alot in high school....
Last night I woke up at about 2 gasping for breath and drenched in a cold sweat. I haven't had that happen in a really long time. I stripped off my shirt and just lay on top of the sheets trying to control my breathing while I fought the oppressive urge to go check on Brad and my parents. I kept trying to remember what I had been dreaming, but all I could conjur were face-less people. I'm wicked tired of being out of my mind. I miss being sure of myself, and being able to sleep through the night.
...but I still have bubble wrap...
*grins*
I got so tired the other day I managed to drive all the way home in my safety glasses, brush my teeth in front of the mirror WHILE STARING AT MYSELF, and change into pjs without noticing them on. I only realized it when I fell into bed and noticed the strange pain around my eyes. (Okay, I just had to explain the veerrrryyyy straight-forward computer system to a guy who has DEFINIATELY been working here longer than I have...this place is wack). My boss color-coordinates her outfits. Today she is wearing big pink earrings, a bright pink sweater, pink nailpolish, and a flourescent pink hard hat. I bet she was picked on alot in high school....
Last night I woke up at about 2 gasping for breath and drenched in a cold sweat. I haven't had that happen in a really long time. I stripped off my shirt and just lay on top of the sheets trying to control my breathing while I fought the oppressive urge to go check on Brad and my parents. I kept trying to remember what I had been dreaming, but all I could conjur were face-less people. I'm wicked tired of being out of my mind. I miss being sure of myself, and being able to sleep through the night.
...but I still have bubble wrap...
*grins*