Friday, October 14, 2011

Gosh darn it sleepyness!

I'm so tired all the time! I wake up, I'm tired... Im at work, I'm tired... I get home from work, I'm tired....
Like every second night I'm like "OKAY. I'll stay up tonight and watch a movie!" or, "Okay, tonight I'll go out and see blah" or, "OKAY. TONIGHT I WONT FUCKING FALL ASLEEP EARLY".

Then it's like, every third night I'm like "man, I must be catching a cold or something because I'm just so tired all the time!".

And you know what?
I BLAME WORK!
Considering all I seem to do in my spare time is try not to fall asleep, it MUST be work! And I have been getting a whole bunch of sicknesses recently (I mean, I always am, but at the moment its 'more than usual' for my summer time sicknesses). Just generally run down - had to leave early and curl up in a pain enduring ball to suffer out the migraine I harbored the other day. I napped, and woke, and napped, and woke. It was one of the ones that not only are put you in nose hair pulling pain, but also make you feel like vomiting up the past weeks worth of lunches - even though you've already digested them.

I think maybe I'm not sleeping properly. Like, must not be falling into the deeper stages of sleep - but then, I must be. I still must be reaching REM sleep because I remember my dreams/nightmares. GOSH DARNIT.
Maybe I should... Idk. Just not pay attention to my sleepyness. I might be like a child - I should stop giving it the attention it wants when its naughty. Other wise it will never stop being sleepy!

Monday, October 3, 2011

Vacuuming

I've never wanted to murder something as much as I did today.
I'm exaughisted - mentally and physically - so, I was just making it through the day. Dragging my feet. Sighing. Checking the time every 5 minutes.
I was on cleaning today, right, no big deal. I do that twice a week. Whatever.
So I finish sweeping up the floor, and vacuuming out back. Pull the vacuum cleaner out to mid shop. Make the humungous effort to crouch down and plug in the cord - to this stupid plug underneath a rack of clothes.
I then got up, turned to walk away, and my foot caught on the cord... pulling out the plug.
That was when I just about strangled the vacuum cleaner. I picked up the cord, incredibly aware that I was squashing it in my hand, bent down and rammed it into the plug as hard as I could.
I then proceeded to angrily vacuum the carpet while I contemplated just how possible it was to actually strangle the vacuum cleaner. I mean. It needed to suck in air to work properly... If I sever that airflow some how.......
hmm..
I knocked a few bras off their racks in my rage, and stubbornly refused to pick them up. WHY SHOULD I. It was the vacuum cleaners fault.

As the anger wore off, I started to feel more and more guilty about the bras on the ground... So I went back and put them back on the racks..


Bastard vacuum cleaner ruining my life.....

Work is out to get me

Today at work, I think I gathered more injuries than I have in my entire life.

I began when I woke for work this morning, I yawn, stretch, and begin my 'getting ready' process by slowly pushing away the covers - whilst mentally cringing at how cold it is, even though it wasn't cold. I turn my head, as I start getting up and AAAARRRRRRGH FXCK.
My neck?! What the F did I do to it?
Ofcourse, I pulled muscle, which then proceeded to be painful through out the entire day while I was climbing up and down ladders every thirty seconds re-arranging stock!

It was probably my neck that caused the rest of my injuries. Or, atleast, I will blame my neck for the stupidity that caused the other injuries. I walked into a display of belts twice - causing a loverly red, purple and blue swollen lump on my arm! HORRAY.
I then proceeded to drop metal bars on my feet, bump into wall brackets, step on broken coat hangers, e.t.c.

I finally got home, to nurse my plethora of scrapes and bruises, only to find that I'm far too tired and end up crawling back in bed.

Lets do it all again tomorrow.

Sunday, October 2, 2011

Where does all the time go?

Man, I feel like my lifes so full up. Where does all the time go?? 
It seems like I wake up in the morning - then its my lunch break. Then its night time and Im going to sleep thinking "Got to get up for work at 8..."
Work work work. Thats all I do these days!
But never fear guys, I still get to have an imagination. I get to organize clothes at work... you know... so that the colours match... And I painted the other day... I was sick off work, and stuck in bed, so I painted my hand (hence the header of the page). And and and, Tibs going to teach me to speak japanese! It will atleast be SOMETHING for me to work towards. Work is filling up the time blocks of my day, but it's not really getting anywhere. You know, just tidying clothes. Selling clothes. Unpacking clothes. Organizing clothes. 

AAAAAAANNNYWAY. I want to go for a big bush walk! But its raining (very heavily, might I add), and the bush/forest will me incredibly muddy and squishy disgusting (its raining cats and dogs out there!). I imagine there would be a plethora of mosquitos in there to nibble all my skin off, drink my blood, and make me swell up like an idiot!
I got a bite on my lip the other night, I woke up in the morning like I'd been punched in the mouth. It took me ages to figure out what had happened. I couldn't see any bite marks until the swelling had started going down that evening!! 
Thats one things I hate about summer...... MOSSIES.