03.01.2002 - Sleep's A Genius

This week done wore me out. Usually my Fridays are spent trying to stave off crippling boredom during a slow day at work while looking forward to happy fun times after I get home. Today, however, I worked my ass off, earned myself a lovely headache and spent any free time fantasizing about a lovely evening spent beneath my down comforter. I feel old when the thing I want most is a good nap.

I actually got to drive my own car all the way to and from work for the first time in over two weeks, and, frankly, it was beautiful. I hope it lasts, but I'm not holding my breath.

I spent the first couple hours at work alone catching up on yesterday's paperwork. So long as I kept busy, I didn't get the chance to think about glorious sleep. As has been the case lately, work provided constant excitement/drama, so I spent the day either pounding my keyboard or sitting upright with my sphincter completely constricted in fear. Shortly after the boss came in, he said "we need to have a little talk."

This is never good. Nobody ever says, "we need to have a little talk" and then says, "why don't you take the rest of the day off so you can play with this cute cuddly puppy. Also, here's my credit card. Go buy yourself something nice."

Thankfully, it wasn't entirely bad, though it wasn't entirely good either. Per a conversation with the regional vice president, I need to come into work on Mondays and Wednesdays before school for the next few weeks or I can kiss my job goodbye. I can use the extra cash, but, man, I don't need the extra stress of working every day. Because I need the added stress of being unemplyed less, I'll be doing it.

So basically, I have to do incredible quality and quantities of work to prove my worth. Just in time for Finals! Yay!

After busting my ass all day long, I was glad to leave work. I returned a car part that I didn't need and tried to withdraw some cash from an ATM. Apparently, my ATM card was demagnitized, because no machine would read it. Since I had to have something to pay for my Haircut Friday celebration, I was forced to dart home and grab my checkbook before heading to the hair lady.

I normally get my haircut at a place in Sacramento that's about forty miles away. I started going there initially because it was near my place of business and they happened to be giving out free haircuts on a Haircut Friday about a year and a half ago. Unlike all the places I had been to in Davis, they actually did a good job AND gave me a lovely head massage to boot. Today, however, I didn't want to risk driving my lemon that far just to get a trim. I initially decided to either shave my head or let it grow out. Since I couldn't stand to let it get any longer and risk looking like a dirty hippie and it's still a shade too cold to go bare, I supressed my fear of change and found a shop in Davis.

Other than an unfortunate mishap with my sideburns and not getting a head massage, it wasn't so bad. I might do it again.

After I left the salon, I could barely see because of my headache, and wanted little more than to take off my pants and crawl into bed. For some reason, though, I would have felt guilty for wasting an otherwise good Friday night. Julia asked me to join her for a party, and I obliged.

Because she's courteous, she picked me up and we headed over to her friend's house. From there, we went to a birthday party where all the guests seemed to know everyone except for the people I was with and myself. Feeling uncomfortable, we only stayed for about forty-five minutes. We retreated to Julia's friend's apartment where we sat around a table talking for hours. I usually don't feel comfortable talking around new people like that, but it wasn't so bad. Still, after a while, I remembered how tired I was and we headed back to our respective homes.

I just want to sleep for a long time and wake up to a stress free day. Is that too much to ask?

Feel free not to answer that question.

-- Jeffy