2 days left of the 4am madness 
As Susan Powter of buzzcut fame would say:
"STOP THE INSANITY!"
...although i may be voluntarily subjecting myself to an all-new breed of madness. Matt, our monday-thru-friday 11am-6pm dude, is leaving my station after 2 years. So,i'm going to propose that i take over matt's schedule plus, three 5:30pm-11pm shifts a week. so, that's... errr... math... 36 hours plus... 14 hours plus... 4am-10:30 on sundays... err... 6.5 hours... 56.5 hours a week, give or take an hour. Can you smell what my groin is cooking? That's overtime. Good lawd that's a whole lotta money... well, a lot more than i'm making now. that'll get me to Madison by mid-august... or at the very least... out of Normal. I don't care about how many hours i work, as long as it's not the 4am-11-days-a-week bullpoo.
Madison, here i come.
I used to want to go just because the school i want to go to is there... then it was because i found out that it's a really cool place... then i had friends there... but two years passed, and now it's just a matter of principle. I've been SAYING a lot and DOING nawt,.
Jonny and i had a bit of a breakdown the last few days (notice the lack of journalization). He was going to move in with his friends across the street so that he could pay $250 to "have his own space". I understand the stress of not living in a place you call your own... he's been doing it with someone or another for a year. I get it. But, we're paying $400 here, without him, i'd pay $300, and he'd pay $250... the math isn't good. Especially if we want to get a car and definately if he wants to move out WITH me like he claims to. I don't fully understand... i do kinda... he says that if the both of us move into a place at the same time, it wouldn't be "my" place anymore and he could handle that. Cool with me. I told him if he can handle living in my room for another month or two, we would be okay. What to do with a neurotic ninja? I know it sounds like trouble, and believe me, i feel like i'm in trouble, but i have given him every out in the book. He really will not leave me. No matter how much i slap him around (and he returns the favor... figuratively of course). Gah. He is soooooo frustrating sometimes.
Heh... i always wanted to do that.
So, related to, but not about the Jonny thing, he pissed me off reallllly bad yesterday (the hurt kinda pissed) RIGHT before he got out of the (broken) car to go to work. So, needless to say, we couldn't talk it out like we always do... so i went home, and typed him a furious note, went to the bar (at 5pm, never did that before) got so so so smashed, came home, finished the note and passed out. When Jonny woke me up at 3am for work, i felt like the biggest stinkin' pile of dog poo that ever grew legs. I never wanted to not go to work so bad. So, i get dressed, somehow, and get to work. Cried a little, puked while i pooped a while, and turned the air on and off with my cold sweats. Glory, hallelujah, my supervisor (my absentee manager's boss) called to make sure i changed cig prices today, noticed i sounded like dog poo with legs and came to the station and did ALL my paperwork. All two hours worth of it. Truly a goddess among women. Told her that too. By 8am, i was able to stomach coffee (5 hours without coffee!!!), shortly thereafter i was able to have about 3 1/2 donettes, csme home at noon and BBQed my roomies and myself some yummies. Well, i bought and prepared it, Jonny played with fire. DAMN i make good burgers.
Jonny's b-day is tomorrow.
Jonny and i are okay. We talked. All is well.
Precariously so.
As Susan Powter of buzzcut fame would say:
"STOP THE INSANITY!"
...although i may be voluntarily subjecting myself to an all-new breed of madness. Matt, our monday-thru-friday 11am-6pm dude, is leaving my station after 2 years. So,i'm going to propose that i take over matt's schedule plus, three 5:30pm-11pm shifts a week. so, that's... errr... math... 36 hours plus... 14 hours plus... 4am-10:30 on sundays... err... 6.5 hours... 56.5 hours a week, give or take an hour. Can you smell what my groin is cooking? That's overtime. Good lawd that's a whole lotta money... well, a lot more than i'm making now. that'll get me to Madison by mid-august... or at the very least... out of Normal. I don't care about how many hours i work, as long as it's not the 4am-11-days-a-week bullpoo.
Madison, here i come.
I used to want to go just because the school i want to go to is there... then it was because i found out that it's a really cool place... then i had friends there... but two years passed, and now it's just a matter of principle. I've been SAYING a lot and DOING nawt,.
Jonny and i had a bit of a breakdown the last few days (notice the lack of journalization). He was going to move in with his friends across the street so that he could pay $250 to "have his own space". I understand the stress of not living in a place you call your own... he's been doing it with someone or another for a year. I get it. But, we're paying $400 here, without him, i'd pay $300, and he'd pay $250... the math isn't good. Especially if we want to get a car and definately if he wants to move out WITH me like he claims to. I don't fully understand... i do kinda... he says that if the both of us move into a place at the same time, it wouldn't be "my" place anymore and he could handle that. Cool with me. I told him if he can handle living in my room for another month or two, we would be okay. What to do with a neurotic ninja? I know it sounds like trouble, and believe me, i feel like i'm in trouble, but i have given him every out in the book. He really will not leave me. No matter how much i slap him around (and he returns the favor... figuratively of course). Gah. He is soooooo frustrating sometimes.
Heh... i always wanted to do that.
So, related to, but not about the Jonny thing, he pissed me off reallllly bad yesterday (the hurt kinda pissed) RIGHT before he got out of the (broken) car to go to work. So, needless to say, we couldn't talk it out like we always do... so i went home, and typed him a furious note, went to the bar (at 5pm, never did that before) got so so so smashed, came home, finished the note and passed out. When Jonny woke me up at 3am for work, i felt like the biggest stinkin' pile of dog poo that ever grew legs. I never wanted to not go to work so bad. So, i get dressed, somehow, and get to work. Cried a little, puked while i pooped a while, and turned the air on and off with my cold sweats. Glory, hallelujah, my supervisor (my absentee manager's boss) called to make sure i changed cig prices today, noticed i sounded like dog poo with legs and came to the station and did ALL my paperwork. All two hours worth of it. Truly a goddess among women. Told her that too. By 8am, i was able to stomach coffee (5 hours without coffee!!!), shortly thereafter i was able to have about 3 1/2 donettes, csme home at noon and BBQed my roomies and myself some yummies. Well, i bought and prepared it, Jonny played with fire. DAMN i make good burgers.
Jonny's b-day is tomorrow.
Jonny and i are okay. We talked. All is well.
Precariously so.
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blueskyzebra:
To be perfectly honest I didn't read all of that because I'm tired and lazy...but I'm glad things are well...even precariously so.
tunnelslats:
Four days? Good for you! I had five last week, but I had to spend them travelling back to my hometown. Then I came back and worked eight in a row, so I'm definitely ready for some hardcore slacking. I think I'm off to a good start.