Shitty Night At Work
Yesterday started so well. I got to read the positive comments people left about my hedonism essay. I caught the train to Decatur and met up with Shadesong and had some most enjoyable conversation. Then before heading home I popped into Subway and bought a roast beef sub which I ate walking home from the Inman part station.
Things went downhill from there. I was tired and lonely, but everyone was too busy to talk to me and I tried to take a nap but failed miserably. Debra came home in a bad mood because she had a bad day at work and she's just been mopey in general lately. Thus spending time with her didn't help much.
Then I had to go in to work and the real fun began. Dark Dan apparantly called in today, as he apperantly did yesterday. So I had to work the kicthen on a really busy night with just my boss, Dark Rob, for help and he was in a very foul mood since he'd gotten his ass reamed by his boss. Then the night just didn't let up, even after midnight when Rob left. The orders alone, I'd have been able to handle, but I had to constantly wash and run the constant stream of glasses. Not my job! I understand the barback was getting creamed and probably couldn't have done his job without my help, but I was getting pretty slammed myself and because of that and helping him out I wasn't able to do any of my closing shit until after the kitchen was actually closed. I didn't get out of there until three in the morning.
As soon as I got home, Debra told me some of our friends were meeting up at the Majestic. I was feeling like I'd been trampled by a horse, but I was hungry and eating with friends is better than eating alone. However, when we got there they weren't there. So I just said fuck it, went home, went to bed. No eating, no scrogging...just shutting out the world.
Workin' It
Debra and I went to the gym for the first time today. Oh man, do I feel great. I love a good work out. I'm pretty much sold on getting a membership after just one hour. I've sorely missed being able to push myself physically. I think being able to tend to my body in that way that I'd like also improves my mental health. For the first time in days I don't feel lethargic and down. I'm definitely going to have to make going to the gym a part of my routine. It's fun, it's energizing, it's good to me, and I'll have a lot more luck with the ladies if I get back to my old semi-athletic, pre-parent body I'm sure.
Yesterday started so well. I got to read the positive comments people left about my hedonism essay. I caught the train to Decatur and met up with Shadesong and had some most enjoyable conversation. Then before heading home I popped into Subway and bought a roast beef sub which I ate walking home from the Inman part station.
Things went downhill from there. I was tired and lonely, but everyone was too busy to talk to me and I tried to take a nap but failed miserably. Debra came home in a bad mood because she had a bad day at work and she's just been mopey in general lately. Thus spending time with her didn't help much.
Then I had to go in to work and the real fun began. Dark Dan apparantly called in today, as he apperantly did yesterday. So I had to work the kicthen on a really busy night with just my boss, Dark Rob, for help and he was in a very foul mood since he'd gotten his ass reamed by his boss. Then the night just didn't let up, even after midnight when Rob left. The orders alone, I'd have been able to handle, but I had to constantly wash and run the constant stream of glasses. Not my job! I understand the barback was getting creamed and probably couldn't have done his job without my help, but I was getting pretty slammed myself and because of that and helping him out I wasn't able to do any of my closing shit until after the kitchen was actually closed. I didn't get out of there until three in the morning.
As soon as I got home, Debra told me some of our friends were meeting up at the Majestic. I was feeling like I'd been trampled by a horse, but I was hungry and eating with friends is better than eating alone. However, when we got there they weren't there. So I just said fuck it, went home, went to bed. No eating, no scrogging...just shutting out the world.
Workin' It
Debra and I went to the gym for the first time today. Oh man, do I feel great. I love a good work out. I'm pretty much sold on getting a membership after just one hour. I've sorely missed being able to push myself physically. I think being able to tend to my body in that way that I'd like also improves my mental health. For the first time in days I don't feel lethargic and down. I'm definitely going to have to make going to the gym a part of my routine. It's fun, it's energizing, it's good to me, and I'll have a lot more luck with the ladies if I get back to my old semi-athletic, pre-parent body I'm sure.