My Blog

Home from my first night of working midnight to eight.  I’m stiff and sore, but it’s a GOOD stiff and sore - the kind you feel after putting in a good, hard day of work.  I didn’t feel sleepy, per se, though it seemed like the last three hours, my IQ began to drop considerably.  I can’t even begin to tell you how many times I’ve used the backspace while typing this in order to change words from "ov" to "of", for example.

Went to Target afterwards and bought… stuff.  Benedryl, food, a night sleepy mask thing - for $4.99!  There was one that was a buck and a half less, but it was made of terry cloth vs. satin, and had obnoxious teenagery pictures on it, in annoying teenage hot dark pink and teal.  I also got what must’ve been THEE LAST TEA BALL IN THE WOOOOORLD, or so my wocked off mind decided, after searching high and low.

I dirtied myself almost immediately upon working - for the rest of the evening, it looked as if I lactated motor oil.  Sexeh.  I told Yancey that I was really a pregnant robot in disguise.  He was not amused.

I thought I had more to say, but I can’t think of it at the moment.

It’s almost eeeeeerie how many people on my friendslist had issues sleeping last night.  Almost every other post (if not more) that I read of yours, involved bad dreams, panic, restlessness, unease.  I’m sorry, my pretties.  I send good jujubeeees in your direction.

I had planned on going to bed at noon yesterday, but didn’t make it until one. (I had just ONE MORE QUEST OMG to finish in WoW-land before going… and then one more… and then since I was already in the area, I might as well do THOSE three…)  I flopped around for FIVE HOURS before I finally gave up and came downstairs.  No amount of camomile tea and Benedryl helped.  I stayed up for two hours, then crashed… for four hours.  I almost got up at midnight, but fell back into a fitful sleep until 3 a.m., when I finally came downstairs.

I’m going to take my nightly Benedryl (thank you, Daniel!) and drink the teensy bit of wine I have in the fridge in order to make another attempt at sleeping before Ted comes to pick me up around midnight tonight.

Television really, truly sucks between zero o’clock and minus-thirty in the morning.  I’ve spent time flipping between videos on VH1 and old syndicated episodes of Coach, I Love Lucy, and Sanford and Son.  I’m watching JAG for the first time ever right now, it isn’t half bad.

In other news, I so wish I could do something to keep Bacci from going completely feral on people, especially my roommates.  Jess and Dan would be totally scarred by now, if they didn’t make it a habit to walk around downstairs with shoes on.

Okay, so my first leg of trying to get my sleeping schedule turned around didn’t work so well.  I slept from 5 to 1030, woke up for about an hour with an awful allergy attack.  Took more Benedryl and slept until 5 a.m.

Well, poo.

Dumb dreams, too, which were very… odd.  I remember a little girl reaching for a roast in the fire and burning half her hair off.  I remember wanting that roast really bad, too, but didn’t want to step on anyone’s feet, so I went hungry.  I hadn’t been invited, afterall.  I remember sitting with my friend Brett from Phoenix and recalling a time that we went white river rapidsing, only for him to say "Uh, if you did that, I wasn’t there."  Oh.  We were on a school bus as I was recounting the story to everyone.  I remember us having to hike through the zoo carrying our rafts and water toys, and that someone fell out of the raft and hilarity ensued, but everyone told me it really didn’t happen.  I ended up at a party house where everyone was kicking back the next day.  There was roast on the table, too, and pie, but again I hadn’t been invited, and I was sure the roast was spoken for.  I could eat pie, but was convinced if I did, that everyone would look at me and call me a pig because I would just eat what wasn’t good for me.  So I went hungry.  I knew I wasn’t invited and that no one really wanted me there, and felt awkward at my self invitingness, but realized I truly had nowhere else to go. I also stepped in brie and scraped it off my foot, and was convinced that everyone around me was thinking I was such a pig that I would eat it, anyway.  No one truly knew me or cared to know me.

I only have one more night’s worth of Benedryl, which means I need to make a hike to Target to get some more.  (I’m poor right now but have a Target card.)  Maybe I’ll be lucky and my brother will be working today and willing to pick me up some.  I tried to take only one last night instead of the two I’ve been taking before bed, which is why I woke up with a massive attack.

Stupid allergies.

Home from work and POOPED, which I suppose is a good thing, as starting
Monday night/Tuesday morning at midnight, I will be working strictly
midnight to eight a.m. shifts.

I’m quite fine with this.  NO CUSTOMERS WOO.  I won’t even have to wear my uniform.

I
busted ass and shipped OMGSOMUCHSTUFF back to vendors, as it’s the end
of the quarter and everything must be done by then. $2000 in dvdr’s?
Wowsa. HEAVY. In case you’re wondering on the weight, it was two eighty
pound boxes, two 14 lb boxes, and an 8 lb box. I could go further into
details of all I did, but I don’t want to bore you even more.

So,
two days off to switch my sleeping schedule around. I’m already
switched around enough that "sleeping in" is five a.m., so it’s just
going to take a bit more tweeking.

I also SO wish I could stop
waking up at 7:30/8:30 pm and freaking the hell out because my mind
automatically processes it as "it’s daylight, therefore it’s a.m., not
p.m." Last night, I was awake with my heart pounding for over five
minutes (all filled with cursing) because I thought I was five hours
late for work, when I had only slept for an hour.

Doy.

Dreams of roaming through swampland last night, being totally lost in forests and country sides, though there was a cruise involved somewhere.  I remember standing on a hilltop overlooking the land, and how beautiful and lush and green it was; though dark clouds were overhead, it almost made the shadows that much more beautiful below.  I watched someone in my team that controlled a fire beast, and realized that I controlled ice.  I pulled my arms to my side and watched two rings of ice form around each of my wrists; I would then shove my arms out, where two more rings would form on each wrist, then sending a beautiful ice unicorn out to attack my enemy, fighting alongside the giant fire cat of my friend’s.  I then realized that I had other powers, too, and we were lost, so I picked up a handful of sand and let it fly off my palm.  I did it twice to confirm that we needed to head east.  We headed east, then I went to a hotel room and had sex with Kevin Griffin (Better Than Ezra, center).

I hate it when I wake up before I’m finished.

Apparently with my new schedule, "sleeping in" means "waking up at 5 a.m."  Was a bit discombobulated when I woke up first at 10 pm last night.  I thought I heard arguments somewhere, and fell back asleep.

Got disc one of Invader Zim in the mail from Netflix today.  Oh, yes, fun was had.

Also watched a slew of Stargate, as the last episode EVUR will be on tomorrow night (I will be asleep for approximately three hours before it airs.)  It’s messing up my mind the order that they’re doing it, though: season three, season four, season one, season eight.

I’m such a nerd.

My allergies hate me this evening.

So very pooped today, worked from 4 a.m. until 3 p.m., with lots of physical running around and a ton of mental work to try to retain.  Ugh.  My time with Muriel is limited, I wish I was absorbing everything a bit faster.  I’m a fast learner, true, but sheesh.

Managed to injure not one, not two, but THREE of my fingertips in separate instances: a nice chunk of skin off of my middle left finger when i dropped a box and tried to catch it - it twisted in my hand and now I have a nice, deep, bloody flap.  Curse you, wireless keyboard mouse combo box!!!  The second is on the index finger of my right hand, where i tried a little too hard to claw my way into some shrink wrapped ink cartridges and pulled my nail away from my finger.  Later, as I was packing up some toner boxes to ship in for recycling, I shoved cardboard under the nail on my right thumb.

Animals are weird.

Bad dreams last night.  I was stuck back in my music classes with Dr. Appert and had to take my final after all.  As I hadn’t been to school in a month, I couldn’t remember anything I needed to answer, and I wracked my brain for hours (in my dream) over the last question, which was carving my chocolate chip cookie recipe into dough with a paper funnel rim.  I was quite pleased with myself when I remembered the two "secret ingredients": vanilla extract and brown sugar.

Woke up stressed and felt as if I hadn’t slept all day, though I went to bed at eightish last night.  Granted, my alarm goes off at one thirty, but still.

I need a haircut.

Enjoying my "evening" as I knit my purse, eat lukewarm clam chowder (I didn’t heat it up hot enough but was too lazy to go finish the doo) and wheat thins, sip decaf tea, and watch my season two discs of SG1.  It feels like every evening is just a grand waiting game for my bedtime of four o’clock pee em to occur (though I generally fall asleep hours later - reading and all), though today seems extra pleasant for some reason.

I got to feel like a ninny yesterday as I got my official first lesson in hand jack operation.  I’m not talking the regular floor jack wheeled things, I’m talking hard core motorized fork lift doo-hickey.  Manager Ted gave me instructions as I wheeled, bonked, squealed, and mechanically sashayed around receiving.  It was terrifying and embarassing - I felt as if I were suddenly twelve years old again and my arms and legs had outgrown me.  I ended up lifting and placing a bale of cardboard ontop of another without any casualties.

One of our giant, creepy lights went out - which causes receiving to smell like scorched rubber.  We have no ladders taller than ten feet, so Ted put a pallet onto the tongs of the jack and had me lift him to the ceiling so that he could unplug the light.  About five feet from the floor, Ted accidentally leaned back on the pallet, causing it to shimmy on the tongs and his arms to flap in the air in panic. "If that would have happened at the top, I would have crapped my pants," he said.

I also managed to get the entire first season of Buffy for ten bucks.  Score.  I’ve been reading oh so many of you making Buffy references on my friends list, so I have been craving me some.

I still haven’t seen that musical episode, dagnabbit.

All I want to do at home since I started the new position is sleeeeep.  Lost two pounds from all the exercise I’ve been getting (as I haven’t changed my eating habits, really.)

It feels almost as if I’m in retail boot camp, quite a work out and time FLIES…. until we open.

Still having fun with it, though I’m frustrated for days like tomorrow where I will be spending half my day stuck behind a register.  Manager Ted is hoping and pleading for some overnight shifts for him and me, because there is no way whatsoever that we’ll be able to get everything that needs to be done for the back to school season with just three of us having only four hours a day (the store being open for the other four we’re there, and we can’t exactly tear the store up like we need to in order to put it back together the way it needs to go.)

I just feel bad having to have one of them pick me up before work every day.  I offered to walk, but everyone put the fear of GOD into me for walking a half hour to work at 330 in the morning, half of that along desolate swamp like land.

Fine.

While waiting for Ted to pick me up Saturday morning, I witnessed three things:

- A party in the apartment complex was still going on into the wee hours of the morning.  There was a very pretty, blonde woman walking back and forth to her car, completely 100%-ly nude from the waist up, talking loudly on her cell phone.

- Three guys in hoodies walked together from the apartment complex next to mine to the apartment complex across the street and down a ways.  Five minutes later, they came back at a DEAD RUN.  Couldn’t have been up to much good, methinks.

- My roommates came home from Jack in the Box and stopped to talk to me a bit as I was waiting in the parking lot.  Well, sheesh.  If I would have known they were going, I could have tagged along - my work is almost next door.

<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/aubkabob/558635543/" title="Photo Sharing"><img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1367/558635543_48ee7c37d4.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="work" /></a>

A purse I am currently knitting.  I get very lazy when it comes to crafts, while I am equally whining about how I wish I crafted more.  We’ll see just how long this project takes, as it’s something I can totally use asap.

Taken with the phone camera, which is why it looks like dookie.  The colors, as you can’t really tell, are dark blue, dark red, and dark purple.  I do want to add a dark green as well, but I can’t seem to locate my yarn.

Phooey.

Daniel made us all a fantastic dinner consisting of homemade waffles, fresh cantaloupe and strawberries, scrambled eggs with cheese, sour cream, and salsa.

Yum.

Did I mention that whipped cream is involved?  Delish.

I also now have the Invader Zim theme song as my ring tone.  It’s a cheap verison of it, true, but it’s MIIINE.

I hope I can someday locate all my Zim eps.  I miss them greatly.

Home and TIE-URD.  I’m going to try my damnedest to pull up some superhero waking strength to keep me awake until at least 7 or so, so that I can work harder at changing my sleeping schedule around.

Came up with the eyeda (in my sleep deprived mind, this is how I automatically spelled "idea" - makes sense: eye. d. a.) to come in for just two hours tomorrow and two hours the next day - both starting at 6 am - to train with Muriel &hearts.

I think my cat is obsessed with me sometimes.

And in case you haven’t figured it out already, for lack of a title, I have just been pulling what i hear off of the telly when it’s time to post.