Wednesday, August 05, 2009

No Longer Angry, Just Tired


Oh man, yesterday's issues just sucked the life out of me. Battling three separate entities of ineptitude took every ounce of strength that I had. Luckily, the biggest issue--the bank--has been resolved, and all the money was credited back to my account this morning. I'm still waiting for action with the property management company, but I've resigned myself to the fact that it's going to be a long and drawn out process, so I'm not gonna stress over it. And as far as E*Trade goes, well, it's just another series of hoops to jump through. I've got sixty days to deal with it, so I'm not gonna worry about it this week, either.

But after having such a crappy day, and then spending the afternoon writing about it, I was spent. I went to bed around 5:00 pm and crashed hard. I'd been short on sleep anyways, so it didn't take much for me to drift off. I woke up around 10:00 pm, thinking "Woot! I've got two more hours before I have to get up and go to work!" and then about two minutes later, the phone was ringing--they were calling me in two hours early.

Thankfully, it was another busy night. I ended up working the full 'hard eight', and I was locked down solo from 2:30 until 7:00 am without a break. Of course it kicked my ass, but believe me, I certainly prefer it to the alternative. They can work me like a slave as far as I'm concerned! I've had enough of the famine--it's time to feast. But after being hunched over the poker table all night, standing up for the first time in hours was an adventure--I was all stiff and ready to hire an Asian midget to put on some cleats and walk all up and down my back for a couple of hours.

But the bottom line is that work has been wonderful lately--lots of good games that go all night and the tables have been full of fun players with lots of personality. Time flies when you're having a good time at the office. I just hope it keeps up for say, oh, I dunno, the next seven or eight years...

Once I finally punched out and escaped the ding-ding-ding of slot machines (they always sound louder in the morning when the casino is empty), I shuffled off to the truck and came straight on home. No stopping for breakfast or shopping or anything like that. The first thing I did was kick off the shoes and turn on the coffeepot. Breakfast was a bowl of granola with fresh blueberries and raspberries, topped with banana yogurt. It's not bacon, but it sure tastes good, and really fills the hole.

Right now I'm debating whether or not I want to stay up and run some errands (I desperately need to get the truck washed and the oil changed), or read for a bit and then take a morning siesta. But the more I think about it, Siesta is edging out in the lead.

On the home front, I still don't have a couch just yet, but I'm very close. July was a very lean month, but August is shaping up to be much better. In the meantime, I'm waiting for my new vacuum cleaner to arrive--I ordered it the other day off of Amazon, and it should get here in the next couple of days. Gotta have clean carpets before I put down the new furniture, and two months without a vacuum is quite enough. But the couch, well, it's still at the store, but it'll be here in the house before football season starts. I'm not tailgating in a Coleman folding camp chair in my living room, no sirree. When I snooze through the afternoon game every Sunday, it'll be on a nice tan-colored microfiber sectional.

That's the news from here. And by the way, it's good to be back!

Mikey

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