The most beautiful day of my life
Caught your attention?
Hope I did. Okay, so, this post is about yesterday(Saturday, January 28th). Yesterday wasn't the most beautiful day of my life at all, but it was a shitload more enjoyable than I expected. It all started at the beginning of the week...
Last Monday, my boss called me. See, I have been unemployed since mid-December, and have been hoping for that call ever since early January. And then, it finally came, but...the call was very inconclusive. My boss said there would very soon be some work for me at the publishing house, and that he very well might call back in a day or two, depending on the circumstances. So, I spend the next 2 days waiting for a call that never came. On Wednesday night, he called again to notify me that there would be a meeting on Thursday, and that I had to attend it, because it would be about the future schedules of all part-time employees. There are 5 of us.
On Thursday, I went to the meeting. The boss said I'd most likely land an afternoon-evening shift, a bit like at the beginning of last Summer, which thrilled me. Why would ANYONE be thrilled with an afternoon-evening shift, you ask? Because that kind of a schedule allows me to go to bars every damn night of the week, especially this winter, since I only have one course left in college, and it's on Wednesday from 12 to 3. Oh...yes.
Anyways, at the end of the meeting, I was asked to turn in a paper with all my available time on it for next Wednesday night, which I hope I can get in time(it's kind of complicated, since my last course is a research one, it has to be done in teams, and, well, anytime you have to schedule something with 2 other people, it's a total pain in the ass...) and was also told I might get a call and start working next week or the following week, almost guaranteed.
Friday was my good friend Mathieu's birthday. All of his friends met up at his girlfriend's place, unbeknownst to him(I learned that word in Space Balls), and we had a nice dinner, then we headed to Le Tabou, a bar that's about 30 minutes away from my house by way of walking. Thing is, I was the lift from Mathieu's girlfriend's place to Le Tabou, but I warned everyone that I was going to drink, which meant we had no designated driver, but that since the bar was very close to my place, that I'd let anyone who couldn't get back home for the night sleep over at my place.
I drank, danced with everyone, drank again, watched Mathieu hump Nick's leg on the dance floor, drank some more, helped one of the guys flirt with a barmaid, and then it was time to go, but lucky us, we found a friend who hadn't had any alcohol and who was willing to drive us all back home. Yay! So, we all got back home safe, I was at my place at around 3 am...and...in the total darkness that was the kitchen, I was able to see some flashing red spot on a wall. The light came straight out of our phone.
Shit! Somebody had left a message. I probably shouldn't have listened to it and gone to bed, but...somehow, I still had a bit of that spirit of responsibility I get when I'm left at home by myself for a while(parents have been on vacation in Panama for 2 weeks now). I checked the message and...yes indeed, it was my boss calling me to inform me that I was working...on Saturday(Saturday is always a full day, no evening shift or anything fancy like that)...The message had been left at around 4:30, basically...maximum 5 minutes after I left for the dinner. Yup. That's my luck.
So, with Tequila, zambucka, Jack Daniels and Molson Ex flowing in my poor, tired, oh so worn out body...I set my alarm clock to 7am, giving me 4 hours of rest...and I passed out in bed.
Now, don't get me wrong...as I stated earlier, I used to work the evening shift early last Summer, but I used to work 6 days a week, therefore, I also worked on Saturdays, and I didn't deprive myself of life's pleasures, ie Québec City's many bars. But the thing is...I always KNEW what was coming to me the next morning, and I knew it days in advance. I've been to work with less than 4 hours in bed the previous night. I've been to work after drinking WAYYYY more than I drank on Friday. But I'd never done it without knowing I'd absolutely have to be up the next morning and ready to kick ass at work.
That and...uh...my car wasn't parked at Le Tabou, 30 minutes away from my place, when I went partying in the past. At 7am last morning, I woke up, ate breakfast on fast forward, grabbed a few cereal bars and a bottle of Pepsi my aunt had left and I went out for a walk at -15(thanks GOD we're 10 degrees above January's average temperatures!). The walk wasn't bad, the car was still there, no damage had been done to it. I drove to the publishing house and got there at 8, a good 30 minutes earlier than usual. First part of the day was pretty good. The girls were glad to see me and I had a bottle of Pepsi sitting right behind me.
Side note: This was the first time I drank Pepsi(or Coke) before noon ever since I've been to Florida back when I was 8. And unless those circumstances pop up again, this is probably going to be the last time. That shit is nasty at that time of the day. And for your information, I don't drink coffee cuz it's even worse, and I didn't have the ingredients (or time...or PATIENCE) required to make hot chocolate.
I could still feel my drinks from the previous night moving around my gastro-intestinal system, but that was nothing I couldn't manage. On the morning break, I did something most of my coworkers had never seen: I had a snack(first cereal bar). They all commented. I explained. They thought it was pretty funny.
I thought they were pretty cruel.
At noon, I had lunch at my place and stopped by the convenience store to get myself some Red Bulls. I spent the afternoon on Red Bull, and it made me understand why cocaine is so addictive. If you can feel as in control as I did yesterday when I was supposed to be feeling weak...and that is, with nothing more than RED freakin BULL, then I'm staying as far away from cocaine as I can, cuz I'd get addicted to it in no time. I mean...as soon as I'd feel a bit tired...I'd get drowsy or my hands would start shaking, I'd just open a can of red bull and...whoa, back to work at full capacity, like I'd spent the damn week resting, relaxing and maybe stretching once in a while, just to keep the engine warm.
Had another snack(last cereal bar) at the afternoon break. They commented again, saying how it must've been one heck of a night if I needed that much energy to pass through the day, cuz none of them had ever seen me eat outside of the lunch break.
Funniest thing is I think I outlasted every single one of my coworkers, except the boss who left at the same time as I did, yet he came in to work an hour after me...which means I probably worked longer than everyone else yesterday(didn't calculate their lunch breaks, so I can only speculate).
But the day wasn't over...no, no, no...I still had my wrestling practice to attend to. Oh yes, I had almost forgotten this one. Had dinner, stopped by the convenience store again, bought yet another Red Bull and headed to L'Auberivière.
Long story short, the first 3 hours of practice were a joke, but as soon as the energy drink's effects ran out, I fell like a log and there was nothing left to do with me. I was able to help undo the ring after the practice, invited all the boys to come see the Royal Rumble at my place tonight and went home to my bed...that I missed ooooh so much by then.
In short...I had a great day at work, a very nice practice, but without "cheating", I doubt it would've been that good. Surprise effect kills, now I just hope I'll have a steady work schedule very soon. It'll help the "night life" side of my personality be in better terms with the rest of my personality for the remainder of the winter.
Hope I did. Okay, so, this post is about yesterday(Saturday, January 28th). Yesterday wasn't the most beautiful day of my life at all, but it was a shitload more enjoyable than I expected. It all started at the beginning of the week...
Last Monday, my boss called me. See, I have been unemployed since mid-December, and have been hoping for that call ever since early January. And then, it finally came, but...the call was very inconclusive. My boss said there would very soon be some work for me at the publishing house, and that he very well might call back in a day or two, depending on the circumstances. So, I spend the next 2 days waiting for a call that never came. On Wednesday night, he called again to notify me that there would be a meeting on Thursday, and that I had to attend it, because it would be about the future schedules of all part-time employees. There are 5 of us.
On Thursday, I went to the meeting. The boss said I'd most likely land an afternoon-evening shift, a bit like at the beginning of last Summer, which thrilled me. Why would ANYONE be thrilled with an afternoon-evening shift, you ask? Because that kind of a schedule allows me to go to bars every damn night of the week, especially this winter, since I only have one course left in college, and it's on Wednesday from 12 to 3. Oh...yes.
Anyways, at the end of the meeting, I was asked to turn in a paper with all my available time on it for next Wednesday night, which I hope I can get in time(it's kind of complicated, since my last course is a research one, it has to be done in teams, and, well, anytime you have to schedule something with 2 other people, it's a total pain in the ass...) and was also told I might get a call and start working next week or the following week, almost guaranteed.
Friday was my good friend Mathieu's birthday. All of his friends met up at his girlfriend's place, unbeknownst to him(I learned that word in Space Balls), and we had a nice dinner, then we headed to Le Tabou, a bar that's about 30 minutes away from my house by way of walking. Thing is, I was the lift from Mathieu's girlfriend's place to Le Tabou, but I warned everyone that I was going to drink, which meant we had no designated driver, but that since the bar was very close to my place, that I'd let anyone who couldn't get back home for the night sleep over at my place.
I drank, danced with everyone, drank again, watched Mathieu hump Nick's leg on the dance floor, drank some more, helped one of the guys flirt with a barmaid, and then it was time to go, but lucky us, we found a friend who hadn't had any alcohol and who was willing to drive us all back home. Yay! So, we all got back home safe, I was at my place at around 3 am...and...in the total darkness that was the kitchen, I was able to see some flashing red spot on a wall. The light came straight out of our phone.
Shit! Somebody had left a message. I probably shouldn't have listened to it and gone to bed, but...somehow, I still had a bit of that spirit of responsibility I get when I'm left at home by myself for a while(parents have been on vacation in Panama for 2 weeks now). I checked the message and...yes indeed, it was my boss calling me to inform me that I was working...on Saturday(Saturday is always a full day, no evening shift or anything fancy like that)...The message had been left at around 4:30, basically...maximum 5 minutes after I left for the dinner. Yup. That's my luck.
So, with Tequila, zambucka, Jack Daniels and Molson Ex flowing in my poor, tired, oh so worn out body...I set my alarm clock to 7am, giving me 4 hours of rest...and I passed out in bed.
Now, don't get me wrong...as I stated earlier, I used to work the evening shift early last Summer, but I used to work 6 days a week, therefore, I also worked on Saturdays, and I didn't deprive myself of life's pleasures, ie Québec City's many bars. But the thing is...I always KNEW what was coming to me the next morning, and I knew it days in advance. I've been to work with less than 4 hours in bed the previous night. I've been to work after drinking WAYYYY more than I drank on Friday. But I'd never done it without knowing I'd absolutely have to be up the next morning and ready to kick ass at work.
That and...uh...my car wasn't parked at Le Tabou, 30 minutes away from my place, when I went partying in the past. At 7am last morning, I woke up, ate breakfast on fast forward, grabbed a few cereal bars and a bottle of Pepsi my aunt had left and I went out for a walk at -15(thanks GOD we're 10 degrees above January's average temperatures!). The walk wasn't bad, the car was still there, no damage had been done to it. I drove to the publishing house and got there at 8, a good 30 minutes earlier than usual. First part of the day was pretty good. The girls were glad to see me and I had a bottle of Pepsi sitting right behind me.
Side note: This was the first time I drank Pepsi(or Coke) before noon ever since I've been to Florida back when I was 8. And unless those circumstances pop up again, this is probably going to be the last time. That shit is nasty at that time of the day. And for your information, I don't drink coffee cuz it's even worse, and I didn't have the ingredients (or time...or PATIENCE) required to make hot chocolate.
I could still feel my drinks from the previous night moving around my gastro-intestinal system, but that was nothing I couldn't manage. On the morning break, I did something most of my coworkers had never seen: I had a snack(first cereal bar). They all commented. I explained. They thought it was pretty funny.
I thought they were pretty cruel.
At noon, I had lunch at my place and stopped by the convenience store to get myself some Red Bulls. I spent the afternoon on Red Bull, and it made me understand why cocaine is so addictive. If you can feel as in control as I did yesterday when I was supposed to be feeling weak...and that is, with nothing more than RED freakin BULL, then I'm staying as far away from cocaine as I can, cuz I'd get addicted to it in no time. I mean...as soon as I'd feel a bit tired...I'd get drowsy or my hands would start shaking, I'd just open a can of red bull and...whoa, back to work at full capacity, like I'd spent the damn week resting, relaxing and maybe stretching once in a while, just to keep the engine warm.
Had another snack(last cereal bar) at the afternoon break. They commented again, saying how it must've been one heck of a night if I needed that much energy to pass through the day, cuz none of them had ever seen me eat outside of the lunch break.
Funniest thing is I think I outlasted every single one of my coworkers, except the boss who left at the same time as I did, yet he came in to work an hour after me...which means I probably worked longer than everyone else yesterday(didn't calculate their lunch breaks, so I can only speculate).
But the day wasn't over...no, no, no...I still had my wrestling practice to attend to. Oh yes, I had almost forgotten this one. Had dinner, stopped by the convenience store again, bought yet another Red Bull and headed to L'Auberivière.
Long story short, the first 3 hours of practice were a joke, but as soon as the energy drink's effects ran out, I fell like a log and there was nothing left to do with me. I was able to help undo the ring after the practice, invited all the boys to come see the Royal Rumble at my place tonight and went home to my bed...that I missed ooooh so much by then.
In short...I had a great day at work, a very nice practice, but without "cheating", I doubt it would've been that good. Surprise effect kills, now I just hope I'll have a steady work schedule very soon. It'll help the "night life" side of my personality be in better terms with the rest of my personality for the remainder of the winter.