430am a-Musings
Soooooooooo yeah it’s about 4.30am and I’ve reached a pitch of madness where the voices start speaking sign language (and not very politely I might add).
I think I’ve done everything that needs doing…. As much as I am able to think after having 1-2 hours sleep since 8.30am this morning. I can feel my IQ dropping on a minute by minute basis (it’s into the negatives). Please note that Muzac does NOT help matters. Unfortunately, guests are starting to wake up so I can’t throw on red eye radio in the restaurant and dance around like a tard. Much to my disappointment.
There are good points to working this shift.
1. No bosses, I am the boss, what I say goes.
2. …..
OK so there’s a good point. That still makes me sleepy.
Speaking of being a tard. I used a Cross Training machine at the gym. Will I be tackling it again on the way home from work in the morning? The answer is a big fat FUCK no. Cross Trainers are the Devil!
I’ll be so unco I’ll be lucky to stumble up the stairs and stay on the bike for more than 2 minutes without falling asleep on the floor with my feet still strapped to the pedals like a bondage movie gone wrong. Cross trainers make my legs do weird and non-wonderful things. Damn me for not bringing the swimming gear when that’s what I think I could possibly do (they have a life guard to save me from drowning when I snooze off mid lap).
Hmmmm he smelled nice.
(yes I’m easily distracted, deal with it)
Forgotten what I was going to say, must be time to replace blood with all things caffeinated.
I think I’ve done everything that needs doing…. As much as I am able to think after having 1-2 hours sleep since 8.30am this morning. I can feel my IQ dropping on a minute by minute basis (it’s into the negatives). Please note that Muzac does NOT help matters. Unfortunately, guests are starting to wake up so I can’t throw on red eye radio in the restaurant and dance around like a tard. Much to my disappointment.
There are good points to working this shift.
1. No bosses, I am the boss, what I say goes.
2. …..
OK so there’s a good point. That still makes me sleepy.
Speaking of being a tard. I used a Cross Training machine at the gym. Will I be tackling it again on the way home from work in the morning? The answer is a big fat FUCK no. Cross Trainers are the Devil!
I’ll be so unco I’ll be lucky to stumble up the stairs and stay on the bike for more than 2 minutes without falling asleep on the floor with my feet still strapped to the pedals like a bondage movie gone wrong. Cross trainers make my legs do weird and non-wonderful things. Damn me for not bringing the swimming gear when that’s what I think I could possibly do (they have a life guard to save me from drowning when I snooze off mid lap).
Hmmmm he smelled nice.
(yes I’m easily distracted, deal with it)
Forgotten what I was going to say, must be time to replace blood with all things caffeinated.
posted by LuSh at 11:50 AM
4 Comments:
"my feet still strapped to the pedals like a bondage movie gone wrong."
Baaahahahahaha!! Love that imagery. Too funny.
Lish: thanks for stopping by my blog, you and I will have to compare scars one day!
Have you managed to get any sleep yet? Also sounds like you would be a good candidate to read "hotel babylon" if you haven't already.
HMHB
Cross Trainers as bondage props. Hmmmmm.
Steph: I stayed on the bike AND the rowing machine, yay for me. But lets leave the subject of the blister on my palm from my ring out of it. Also the complete lack of sleep that has turned my eyes into those of a white rat with rabies.
Beery: Hotel Babylon eh.... will put it on the list... shame I haven't got it here now instead of hiding listlessly in a sleepless stupour at 2.30am.
Lush: (hmm I get called that, occasionally) why the hell not, at least then they have a use that's fun!
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