You work evenings. Not quite graveyard, but the earliest you're ever done with work is 11:30 p.m. Late ends around 3:15 a.m., though the general average for shift-finishing is 1:30 a.m., which is what it'll likely be tonight. You often take between one and three hours after getting off work to fall asleep. Today, due to a variety of forces, you got up at 8:30 a.m. (you didn't work last night, so you got about 6 1/2 hours of fitfullish sleep) and now it is 1:45 p.m. and you're looking ahead to a night of work. You've achieved a couple of things you planned for the day, but there's a huge gap between the now and the then.
Soo do you:
--all answers are legally binding, btw--
A) Go home and nap; sleep all the sleep you didn't have until your alarm sounds and you have fifteen minutes to get to the train and work. Ignore bodily or mental impulses that try to wake you up, sublimate the already consumed caffeine and pull blankets and pillows over your head and squeeze your eyes tight, demanding every possible second of rest from the universe.
B) Power through. Another cup of coffee, dish doing, poem editing, service-provider-calling, information-gathering, eating, then, after that, work will seem less a daily grind than a remarkably decision-free zone where you can know for facts what your best uses of time are.
C) Start "The Idiot."
D) Wander around the general waterfront area and do a lot of gazing out upon it, toy with the idea of taking a ferry to Bremerton and back again, just in time for work. Backlog that on a list of things to do someday. (See also: King Street Station and a bus to Kent.)
E) A reasonable mix: go home, short nap, dishes, grab some groceries for the morning. Boring blog post, decent day.
F) If you do________________ much of _______________, you'll give yourself permission to ___________ before work. If not, WEEP!
G) What was that movie everyone was telling you about? You've got the time.
These are the things I talk to myself about on days like this.
1 comment:
I like reading your blog.
It's a guilt-free way to be a nosey little sister.
Much better than the guilt-ridden version, like time I read 3 of your computer journal entries when I was 10 and you were 15. I think you liked a girl named summer and mentioned we weren't getting along well... it was all quite juicy.
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