"Choosing trust over doubt gets me burned once in a while, but I'd rather be singed than hardened." -Victoria Monfort










Wednesday, November 14, 2007

I'd like a job where I get paid to sleep.....

I didn't get off early last night. I also, got a new log on since mine quit working at the second job. The "big" boss was there. I said, "now, is this going to affect my pay, because you know I havn't been paid in a month?" He acted shocked when I told him the story. Whatever. I busted my freaking ass last night, and made 11.57/hr. Not too shabby for a part time gig. I also wrote the # of every batch I did, and am doing this from now on. Don't be fucking with my pay bitches. I work too hard for the shit! And, my hand hurt like a motherfucker! (the jobs I do are 99.9% numbers)

Tayray went over and aired my place out for me while I was at work so I could go back in safely and let the pets upstairs after the flea bomb. Then I worked out. I only did 45 minutes, but for the half hour I was on the treadmill I was running. Normally I walk fast/jog. I was running. I probably shouldn't have done it, because I had a hard time keeping my breathing steady, but I did it anyway. Trying to change my workouts a bit. Lose my final 20. 20 is nothing. If I continue to lose weight, I might try to stop smoking next. After I reach my goal. One thing at at time. Inch by inch.

By this time, it's midnight...when, I stripped my bed, washed and dried the sheets, comforter, pillows. Everything smells like my dog every couple of days. It's great fun. I swept the furniture, vaccumed, cleaned the bath tub, and sink, swept downstairs, did dishes, wiped the counters, dusted, and got a bath. Made rice and beef for the sick dog too. I was up until 2:30 though.

Remember when I worked these hours back in 2005/2006 and I did stupid shit like putting hair conditionor on for face lotion? I can see this in my future. I was sleeping at work again. It's an odd thing to do. Because I'm fully aware of my surroundings, and I don't stop typing, and I don't drop my head at all, but I jolt awake and think....."how long was I sleeping???" It's so freaking weird. I bet it's how people fall asleep at the wheel and crash, boom, bam! I get so tired on my way to the second job. But when I leave, I'm so happy... that I'm wide awake. Then.. working out so late, makes it nearly impossible to sleep no matter how tired I am.

I'm looking for a cabin or something like that to do for my birthday with the man. I wanna get away. Get the hell outta dodge. Have lots of sex, and drink a buttload of wine. What more does a girl need when she turns 32?

By the way. Officially, one month until my birthday. It's huge. So, you might want to start planning my suprise party, or, take up a collection to help get me out of the hole since I'm not receiving any pay for my work.

I also get to see that man tonight. I can't wait to give him a big hug, and kiss him, and smell him and touch him, and kiss him, and, well, you get the picture! I'm in love with this one!!!!

3 comments:

Suzi said...

My sister-in-law works at a home for disabled adults from about 10p.m. til 7 a.m., and she gets paid while she sleeps. Of course, if anybody needs anything during the night, they wake her up, but she said that rarely happens. Something to consider! You could probably even sneak the man in there!

Slick said...

I'm getting right on the birthday thing :)

Mon said...

Suzi:
now, theres an excellent idea!

Slick:
that's what I like to hear! ha ha ha!