Jun 23, 2004 01:17
So since last tuesday I've worked everyday, a total of 77 hours, and I still have work wednesday through saturday, possibly sunday. If I have off sunday, I would have worked 13 days in a row. The next 4 days I will work over 60 hours. Thats a lot of fucking work. The days are growing longer as my health is growing shorter. With each passing day I feel more and more fatigued, and more and more like a robot. I don't have time to do anything anymore. The only time I get to play bass and guitar are on my lunch breaks and the 20 minutes I have between jobs. This is the time I should be getting food in me, but instead I play guitar. So I'm not eating because I'm not playing guitar enough, and I'm keeping myself at an unhealthy level of caffine intake. On an average day I'll drink anywhere from 50-125 ounces of coffee, which is between 2000 and 5000 Mg's of caffine a day, not a healthy amount, esspecially with little to no food in me. I know I shouldn't be saying anything because I choose to work this much, and I just bring all of this onto myself, but everyone needs to rant once in awhile, right?
Anyway, so James got his promotion today, we're all very happy for him. Turns out he'll probably be making even more than he thought, which could be a good or a bad thing. I'm so happy for him, I really am. He deserves this so much. He's worked his ass off, well not really, he just sat on his ass, but still he worked hard to get very capable on computers, is a good worker, got along with all of his coworkers, a very dependable worker since he doesn't call out and is usually on time. So in celebration Steve James and I went out to outback, it was fucking awesome, I love that place oh so much. I tried to pick up the check, but James being the stuborn person he is wouldn't allow that and gave me some cash. It's impossible to pay for anything with him, it really is. And if there is a time that he has no money, he'll get you back when he does, even if it means sticking his hand down your pants to do so. I mean to put money in there, not to repay as in doing a favor like head or any of that, James is straight, or at least I beleive so. He keeps talking about Dodgeball, how it's hilarious and whatnot. I hate Ben Stiller, so I don't really want to see it. I'd go see it with Maggie if anyone, cause Maggie is awesome and so much fun to be around, but I realized tonight that'd be impossible because my nights off she works. Damn, working with a really cute girl whos a ton of fun to hang out with sucks because you really can't hang out with her so much. I wish I'd of gotten to go up north yesterday. This will be the first week I don't see Katelyn over the summer, and I love going up there to hang out with everyone else too, esspecially Vanessa. Even after only seeing her a couple times over the summer I'm still crazy about her. I'm gonna try and get up there sunday or monday, which ever day I have off. I kept passing out today at work. I looked like shit, not that I don't always look like shit, but today was worse than any other day. My coworkers all thought I was drunk and/or hungover. Hair was all over the place, in dire need of a shave, eyes glazed over, stubbling while walking, slurring my words. I don't even get this bad when I am drunk, and I was completely sober. I passed out at work for like an hour today, I felt bad because I was working with an old lady who is really nice, but she said she didn't mind doing the work in the morning since I looked like death. I can't even imagine how bad I'm going to get over the next couples of days. Summer isn't even in full swing yet and I'm already not doing so well. Last summer I didn't start to burn out until the last week of July, and it's now only the last week of June and I'm already starting to feel burnt out. Bad shakes, eyes twitching, arms and legs not feeling like they're still attached to me. This isn't good considering July 4th hasn't yet arrived. My eyes can barely stay open at work anymore. Oh yeah, that reminds me, yesterday I found this site that you could build your own South Park character, and the one I made look exactly like I do. Half open eyes with the bad sandbags, shaggy dark hair, in need of a shave, and he was holding a beer. It gave me a good laugh. I think I'm going to go to sleep now, or masturbate, more than likely the former rather than the latter, too tired to masturbate. Damn, I'm actually too tired to masturbate, that has never happened to me before, can't be a good sign.