One man, in his own words. - January 20th, 2008

Man, fatigue has hit me like a ton of bricks.

I was so full of energy at school and work last week. I guess that was because I never really had time to worry  or think about being tired. First week of classes is always loosely controlled chaos, at work. Everybody was so stressed and uptight, I had to constantly dish out hi-fives and hugs to keep people at least smiling before they screamed. But now that I sit back and think about all that I have done in the past month at work, I deserve to be tired. Though looking at my last check with the increase in pay from my promotion, it all makes that work a little more satisfying.

That is finally over, though, and my body has totally quit on me. I had so many plans for this weekend. I really needed to clean up the place and recycle, but all I have done is watch sports, eat a pizza, and go to a bar for drinks. I haven't really slept all that much, because I still have this weird insomnia thing I need to get checked out.

I get paid holiday time tomorrow, so I don't have to go into work. I'm living Dr. King's dream.
I was also invited to the semi-annual "Manager's Drunk Fest" (happens after every rush period), tomorrow. I don't have class on Tuesday, so I just may go. Turning down free booze would just be impolite, right?