Unsex me?
So I wake up this morning as I have been doing lately. I yawn, stretch, rub my eyes. "Wow," I think, "I feel great."
My heart sinks. Well, since I am lying down, to mimic sinking my heart has to move 6 inches in a Northwesterly direction.
You see, I don't feel great when I wake up for work. It never happens.
I roll over and look at the clock. Oh, that's why. I should have been awake two hours ago.
So, after a frantic dash to the shower and an even more frantic commute, I arrive at work. I'm mildly reprimanded by my boss. A couple of my co-workers seem relieved. "See, he's not dead," says a lady.
"Not today," I smile. Although, if I were to die, I would not be incredibly surprised if I found myself at this exact job only instead of my usual boss, Ol' Scratch himself would be there, waving his pitchfork and unloading crate after crate of endless mail.
Tomorrow I will go in at 7 instead of the usual 8 am. Same with Friday. I don't have to, but it looks good if I try to fix my mistakes. An interesting concept; I'll have to try applying it elsewhere in my life.
Oh, auditions for Macbeth went pretty well. I have been called back to read again on Friday and Saturday night.
From 7 pm to 10 pm each night.
I had fun at the auditions so I'd like to at least go to the Thursday night one. But, I doubt my schedule will really allow for me to be in a play and not go insane.
Unless I get cast for Lady Macbeth. Then my insanity will work out great.
Ah well, the play's the thing, and all that. I'll see what happens.
Now, I'm off to tackle the great questions in life. I'll start with "Why am I still awake?"
Looks like someone will be spending their lunch break napping in their car.
It could be for the best. After re-reading my last post, I don't think I'll blog from work anymore. Bitter, grizzled Guillermo is going to have to clock in at 8 and clock back out at 4:30 before he gets his hands on my blog again.
Good thing he doesn't know about my livejournal.
My heart sinks. Well, since I am lying down, to mimic sinking my heart has to move 6 inches in a Northwesterly direction.
You see, I don't feel great when I wake up for work. It never happens.
I roll over and look at the clock. Oh, that's why. I should have been awake two hours ago.
So, after a frantic dash to the shower and an even more frantic commute, I arrive at work. I'm mildly reprimanded by my boss. A couple of my co-workers seem relieved. "See, he's not dead," says a lady.
"Not today," I smile. Although, if I were to die, I would not be incredibly surprised if I found myself at this exact job only instead of my usual boss, Ol' Scratch himself would be there, waving his pitchfork and unloading crate after crate of endless mail.
Tomorrow I will go in at 7 instead of the usual 8 am. Same with Friday. I don't have to, but it looks good if I try to fix my mistakes. An interesting concept; I'll have to try applying it elsewhere in my life.
Oh, auditions for Macbeth went pretty well. I have been called back to read again on Friday and Saturday night.
From 7 pm to 10 pm each night.
I had fun at the auditions so I'd like to at least go to the Thursday night one. But, I doubt my schedule will really allow for me to be in a play and not go insane.
Unless I get cast for Lady Macbeth. Then my insanity will work out great.
Ah well, the play's the thing, and all that. I'll see what happens.
Now, I'm off to tackle the great questions in life. I'll start with "Why am I still awake?"
Looks like someone will be spending their lunch break napping in their car.
It could be for the best. After re-reading my last post, I don't think I'll blog from work anymore. Bitter, grizzled Guillermo is going to have to clock in at 8 and clock back out at 4:30 before he gets his hands on my blog again.
Good thing he doesn't know about my livejournal.