You Know You Are Having A Bad Week When…
At 0600 hours Monday morning your alarm goes off and so does an SKULL CRACKING MIGRAINE. You call The Boss Man tell him you are not coming in, pop some extra strength #1 Tylenol like they’re M&Ms and go back to bed. You wake up at 1000 hours and you’re feeling better and being the good corporate drone, you figure you’ll at least get a few things done via VPN… 6.5 hours later; you did more than a days work. So much for a sick day to rest. I’m not chalking that one down as a sick day.
Tuesday morning, 0830 hours, holy shit, I woke up 2.5 hours late, the alarm didn’t even wake me up I was sleeping so soundly. But boy do I feel rested and ready to take on the world. I run to the kitchen for some juice and my pills. I take pills to prevent my migraines (as you can see they don’t work 100%) and I take other pills for my insomnia, rebel insomnia so the pills can knock me around but don’t always put me to sleep either. So in my hurry to take my juice and pills, I take the wrong pills, I take my sleep meds… AH FUCKING SHIT! And I was feeling so well. So I grab an ARUSH out of the fridge to counteract the sleeping pill. I pack my stuff and leave for work…
So easy to commute when everyone else gets to work on time, there’s a whole lot less people, but this would be the quiet before the storm.
I get to work and of course my boss is right there near my office and sees me being late… goddamn it. Told him the truth, slept right through my alarm. What the fuck, shit happens.
I sit down; eat my breakfast, some egg McMuffin concoction from the Lebanese restaurant in the food court downstairs – which is quitre delicious. Plug up my laptop as I eat and then…. BEEEEEEEEEEEEP! BEEEEEEEEEEEEP! BEEEEEEEEEEEEP! BEEEEEEEEEEEEP! BEEEEEEEEEEEEP! BEEEEEEEEEEEEP!
Oh it’s that time of the year… the fire drill. Fun times. Pack my shit back up and walk down 23 flights of stairs on my bad fucking knee with my office on my back. Just great.
By the time I get back up it’s 1130 and I’m gulping down a ROCKSTAR to combat fatigue, my legs hurt like hell and I’ve got nothing done. I made my little post about the subway (CLICK HERE TO READ) and made phone calls, got lunch and started writing this I as eat my burrito which I hope doesn’t kill me with food poisoning…
It’s only the middle of Tuesday and I’m wondering what else could possibly go wrong?
Reminds of of a Simpsons episode where Homer was a truck driver and accidentally downed a bunch of sleeping pills and then downed a bunch of uppers to counteract. He then switched back and forth between babbling frantically and dozing off.
Ha Ha… well if the pattern would have continued… who knows
Anything and everything… that’s what could go wrong!
Ruth
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