Graveyard shift...
It's not called that for nothing.You come home like a zombie; you go to work like a zombie... You miss things that are otherwise trivial but due to your schedule actually become major events... Yep, I missed my long-awaited hair appointment because I came home anf foolishly thought I could sleep for 90 minutes and be fine. My alarm went off at 8:50--plenty of time under normal circumstances, but I'd only been asleep since 7--and I promptly turned it OFF instead of hitting SNOOZE. My appointment was at 9:45; I woke up at 10:30 to two voice mails and an alarm on my phone reminding me about my appointment. Said phone was on silent and in another room, so my backups failed.
While this is not normally an issue for me--and shouldn't be as big of an issue as it is--I have a hard time finding someone "good" to do my hair and I was really looking forward to it. I felt (and still feel) really stupid and actually quite bad for taking my stylist's time and not showing up. She was nice about it, but it throws off my plans, which I suppose is fine. I really couldn't afford it anyway and I have other things I could do with the time--like sleep, apparently--but I really wanted to go, darnit!
Graveyard shift is also so named because it kills any sense of normalcy of a routine. It also doesn't help that I'm one of those blessed/cursed with a love of the morning. I'd much prefer working at 6 a.m. instead of 6 p.m. Yet here I am at 11:00-ish in the morning--when I should be sleeping--awake, distraught over nothing, and wholly uninspired to write what I need to write.
And to my friends who have thus far listened to me prattle about things such as hair appointments when you have been preparing for jobs and in pain, sorry for being so simple. I have nothing of "substance" that worries me at the moment--except my final paper for school--and the fact that I missed a rather highly anticipated event pretty much due to carelessness, well... Shoot. It becomes important. Know, however, that I am thinking of you and that I hope things go as you would like them to go. Know, too, that things will always work out how they're supposed to, even if we can't be sure that's how they really should be. Who knows, it may actually be a gift of some sort that I didn't make it to my appointment today. Ostensibly, I could be cranking out my essay now....
*sigh* I'm still tired but I'm not sure I'd be able to sleep now. :-( I'm not happy with myself.... Maybe I'll get lucky and my stylist will have an opening tomorrow or Tuesday. Lol. I doubt it. Karma has already reared its head and I don't want to tempt it any more...
"Instant karma is gonna get you...."
While this is not normally an issue for me--and shouldn't be as big of an issue as it is--I have a hard time finding someone "good" to do my hair and I was really looking forward to it. I felt (and still feel) really stupid and actually quite bad for taking my stylist's time and not showing up. She was nice about it, but it throws off my plans, which I suppose is fine. I really couldn't afford it anyway and I have other things I could do with the time--like sleep, apparently--but I really wanted to go, darnit!
Graveyard shift is also so named because it kills any sense of normalcy of a routine. It also doesn't help that I'm one of those blessed/cursed with a love of the morning. I'd much prefer working at 6 a.m. instead of 6 p.m. Yet here I am at 11:00-ish in the morning--when I should be sleeping--awake, distraught over nothing, and wholly uninspired to write what I need to write.
And to my friends who have thus far listened to me prattle about things such as hair appointments when you have been preparing for jobs and in pain, sorry for being so simple. I have nothing of "substance" that worries me at the moment--except my final paper for school--and the fact that I missed a rather highly anticipated event pretty much due to carelessness, well... Shoot. It becomes important. Know, however, that I am thinking of you and that I hope things go as you would like them to go. Know, too, that things will always work out how they're supposed to, even if we can't be sure that's how they really should be. Who knows, it may actually be a gift of some sort that I didn't make it to my appointment today. Ostensibly, I could be cranking out my essay now....
*sigh* I'm still tired but I'm not sure I'd be able to sleep now. :-( I'm not happy with myself.... Maybe I'll get lucky and my stylist will have an opening tomorrow or Tuesday. Lol. I doubt it. Karma has already reared its head and I don't want to tempt it any more...
"Instant karma is gonna get you...."