Workity work work work. By work I mean eating a cookie and writing in my blog. I actually do have work to do but I am putting it off. There is usually a lull in the middle of the afternoon and work makes time go faster so I'll save some precious, precious work.
Worky worky work work.
This morning I used the building's complimentary shoe-shining contraption. I had eyed it, first suspiciously, then curiously, then covetously(new word?); all in month long phases since I've started working here. In fact, I think there may have even been a few days where I eyed it with contempt for some unknown reason. In the end, I gave in and had myself an old shoe-shine. You press a button and stick your shoe or ratty, abused 8 year old Blundstones in my case, under the cleaning brush, then press the "lotion" dispenser with your foot and put it under either the dark or light polishing brush. Didn't make them sparkle or even shine but they look less like I've been stepping in horseshit and razorblades. Ahh the wonders of modern science. "Spiffity Quick Shoe Polishing Robot. Won't make'em shiny but they'll look less like you've been in the horseshit and razorblades again! On sale at all excellent retail empires"
Last night I slept for a full 8 hours. Didn't even wake up once to pee. That's the first time in months and months and months and months and months. I feel so rested. Like I could accomplish tasks and everything. At least 1 task surely! It would be cool to sleep like that every night. Or even once a week. Once a month? Maybe it's a new dawn of a new full 8 hour sleep life.
I went to the dentist last night to get a large cavity taken care of. Now I feel like I have a sharp piece of popcorn stuck between my tooth. Why can they NEVER get it right the first time goddammit?
Can you even believe it's the end of november? I have to stamp the date a million times a day. I've never been so ultra-aware of the date and time as I am working here. Stampy stamp stamp. Every time I scan even a sheet of paper I stamp the date and then assign a scan id that is the month, day, year, hour, minute, second. I even count of the seconds. It's spilling over into my free-time as well. I'm finding I regard the clock and calendar incessantly for no reason. Always need to know what time it is. Do you know what time it is? What's the time? That's right, it's time to get ill. And what's the time? Why, it's still time to get ill. So what's the time? By golly, it's time to get ill. Please note that if you are not familiar with the Beasite Boys you will find a large void in your life that cannot be filled.
Have you ever caught yourself thinking in the mirror? Normally you approach a mirror with the awareness that you are about to see yourself. I just was so absorbed in thought that I caught myself for a second in the bathroom mirror unaware. It was creepy. Looking in the mirror is always creepy but it was extra creepy. Mirrors are the tool of the devil anyway.
So, to summarize, slept normal, shined shoes, noticed the time, saw self in mirror. Thrills are non-stop for this lady-person. Why, I haven't' even mentioned the scone I ate that tasted ever so slightly of lemon pledge but was good anyway. I wouldn't want to make you jealous.
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What kind of cookie? Chocolate chip?
When I worked at the evil media empire there was a shoeshiner in the men's washroom but not in the women's washroom and so a stink was raised for equal rights. In the end we got a shoeshiner too and it made the place stink. It was a washroom though, so it was already kinda stinky.
I haven't thought about that in maybe eight years.
Yes it was matter'o'fact. Oatmeal chocolate chip to be precise. It was one of those super dry, crunchy, bowel friendly, super multi-grain ones though. You know, the kind all the kids are wearing these days. All the cool kids.
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