can i just have one more moondance with you, my love?
Weeeeeird day.
1. I am so incredibly tired of working at the bowling alley. This is no surprise. This is not even new. But man, everything is bugging me so much about that place. I got in major-league trouble on Thursday night when I went in to get my paycheck. The short version is that I got in trouble for leaving doors unlocked, even though I locked them and have co-workers who were also there that back me up on this. His (the owner's) attitude was mostly that it was my fault no matter what, even though he still hasn't reviewed the security tapes or checked to see if the person who entered the building had a key. Derrrrr. And John's lack of trust in his employees is pretty much crazy. He gives us keys to his place of business and gives us access to literally thousands of dollars each day, but he doesn't believe us when we say we locked the fucking doors. Rgh. It doesn't make any sense. So I'm looking to leave. It's been fun (not), but I'm tired of the shit. Anyone know of a full-time job opportunity that pays well and isn't filled with moronic assholes? That'd be nice.
2. My sleep schedule has been destroyed. I cannot fall asleep before 4:30am. What the fuck is up with that? And of course when I try to go to bed earlier I can't fall asleep. Part of this is because my stomach has been more than slightly iffy lately, especially at night, and I just lie there feeling quasi-nauseated and bloated and I can't go to sleep. Lame. But also, all these afternoon/evening shifts at the bowling alley don't really ensure that I sleep while it's dark outside. Today, I didn't have to work until 4pm, so I I went to bed at 5:30am and woke up at 1:30pm, getting eight hours of sleep and still having two and a half hours left until work. I need a job with a different structure so I don't die of weird sleepness.
3. This is the most recent and intense development. I just got home a few minutes ago, and I opened an email from my mom. John, my stepdad, has been diagnosed with prostate cancer. They caught it early, and it's localized, which is definitely good, at least as far as cancer goes. But, well, fuck. I haven't had a chance to talk to either of them yet, as it's almost 3am here and therefore almost 4am there, but it's really, really hard not to panic in this kind of a situation, particularly for Mom. I hope they're hanging in there. I also hope I'M hanging in there. I don't think it's settled in yet.
1. I am so incredibly tired of working at the bowling alley. This is no surprise. This is not even new. But man, everything is bugging me so much about that place. I got in major-league trouble on Thursday night when I went in to get my paycheck. The short version is that I got in trouble for leaving doors unlocked, even though I locked them and have co-workers who were also there that back me up on this. His (the owner's) attitude was mostly that it was my fault no matter what, even though he still hasn't reviewed the security tapes or checked to see if the person who entered the building had a key. Derrrrr. And John's lack of trust in his employees is pretty much crazy. He gives us keys to his place of business and gives us access to literally thousands of dollars each day, but he doesn't believe us when we say we locked the fucking doors. Rgh. It doesn't make any sense. So I'm looking to leave. It's been fun (not), but I'm tired of the shit. Anyone know of a full-time job opportunity that pays well and isn't filled with moronic assholes? That'd be nice.
2. My sleep schedule has been destroyed. I cannot fall asleep before 4:30am. What the fuck is up with that? And of course when I try to go to bed earlier I can't fall asleep. Part of this is because my stomach has been more than slightly iffy lately, especially at night, and I just lie there feeling quasi-nauseated and bloated and I can't go to sleep. Lame. But also, all these afternoon/evening shifts at the bowling alley don't really ensure that I sleep while it's dark outside. Today, I didn't have to work until 4pm, so I I went to bed at 5:30am and woke up at 1:30pm, getting eight hours of sleep and still having two and a half hours left until work. I need a job with a different structure so I don't die of weird sleepness.
3. This is the most recent and intense development. I just got home a few minutes ago, and I opened an email from my mom. John, my stepdad, has been diagnosed with prostate cancer. They caught it early, and it's localized, which is definitely good, at least as far as cancer goes. But, well, fuck. I haven't had a chance to talk to either of them yet, as it's almost 3am here and therefore almost 4am there, but it's really, really hard not to panic in this kind of a situation, particularly for Mom. I hope they're hanging in there. I also hope I'M hanging in there. I don't think it's settled in yet.