Decompression

Well, I'm back and suffering like a vampire after spending 2 and a half weeks working a 10 hour graveyard shift, 6 days a week. It took me days to get used to the schedule, and the entire time, I was draining out of my sinuses like a down spout in a rainstorm. The screwed up part is: I'm a confirmed insomniac. Change up my routine, and I just...don't...sleep...

When my boss asked me if I could help out a remodel of an Office Depot in Vancouver, like an idiot, I thought, "cool ass! I can take a vacation from my current duties!" Then I realized that I was being volunteered.

Even when I left work for the last time in a few weeks, I saw a penny on the ground and I thought, "oooOOooo! that's good luck!" Only later did I remember what happened to Lincoln. I still don't know why we equate the visage of ol' Abe with being "lucky" I mean, the guy was a big goony ugly man. Y'know when people paint presidential pictures, they always try to handsome up the pic. Big noses get shorted, weak chins get heroically proportioned.

Lincoln's looks like Herman Munster. Makes you wonder what he really looked like!

I won't even go into the theater thing. But as I recall, people say that if a penny is "face down" the "luck"s running out. Gruesome...eww...

But I thought I would need some luck: Last time I did an overnight remodel of a store several years ago, I cracked my spine.

I was putting up a huge 12 foot high shelf, placed six feet from the side wall, so the store can create a lock up area. My brilliant assistant manager insisted that we place all the heavy items on the inside of this wall only, and worry about the outside tomorrow. So, physics decided to make him it's bitch and collapsed the metal wall upon me and two other workers.

When they finally unburied us, they found me bracing the steel wall against the brickwork, making a small hole for the other two. And for my impromptu heroism, I suffered two cracked vertebrae, and i had convince the assistant manager I needed medical attention, and that bones shouldn't feel and sound like a box of crushed cornflakes.

Anyway, your life gets really messed up when you go to work at 7pm, work till 7am, can't sleep cuz you're so wired till 11am. THEN you pass out at 11am and wake up at 6pm, just to have an hour to get ready for work again. You see more night than day. And when I could smell, all I smelled were sweaty co-workers who thought, "why shower?" I, myself, didn't shave for a few days at a time. When I finally shaved for my first official day back at my home Office depot, I cut my face to shreds. Let me tell you, looking non-dapper is dangerous.

I pumped myself up with zingers and caffeine. A BIG no-no for me! But I needed to stay awake. My system is so messed up, and started thinking lunches consisted of breakfast burritos.

And so, I'm back, and WIDE awake at 3:10am

Sucks. Net even any good TV on...