You know what’s nice about working days? I’ll tell ya. Most of you just probably take this for granted, but it’s AMAZING.
Let me run it down for you:
*When you lie down at night, you’re tired. I don’t know why this is so, but I spent four years working midnights running on adrenaline and coffee. I always had to trick my body into sleeping. I never felt tired, not even after being up for thirty hours. Stupid and slow, yes; tired, no.
*When you wake up, even on a day off (like today), it’s still relatively early. It’s morning, in other words. This is revolutionary.
*No more TylenolPM! I kept those folks in business. I’ve read they’re actually firing the CEO because of the lost revenue now that Rachael isn’t medicating.
*Kitties cuddle with you more.
*Best of all, I have seven nights a week to play with. This means at least three or four can be spent AT HOME, my favorite place to be. But I can call my sister Christy and say, “Hey, wanna get a beer after work?” Before, this led to snorts and guffaws, although it’s amazing how many people will actually get a beer with you at seven in the morning. Okay. One did. But that’s kind of amazing, innit?
So Christy and I grabbed a beer (actually two, but neither of us finished the second) and sat at a groovy bar down the street from both my work and her house. We talked and laughed and it was AWESOME. I felt like a grownup, but a cool grownup. I’m thirty-one, it’s time that I feel that way occasionally, I guess. We were pestered by a very drunk man who acted as the Reason You Don’t Ever Want to Make Drinking Too Habitual. The poster-boy for embarrassment. Poor thing. But he was REALLY annoying. If he had yelled, “Woo-woo, ladies, overrrr herrrre” one more time I would have…. Well, I don’t know what I would have. But I would have found out.
So: Working days is nice. Appreciate your night sleep. There are plenty of people who aren’t getting any of it – working nights so you can be safe (okay, also so they get the paycheck. But still). I used to hate getting the whiny calls from people who moaned, “That dog is barking so loudly, I just can’t sleeeepppp. And I have to work in the morning…… People just don’t understand…. This is so hard on me….. I need my sleep at night….. Please make it stop…..” I had no problem sending an officer out to assist with the problem – barking dogs while you’re sleeping are certainly annoying. But don’t whinge to the person whose eyes have been bloodshot for what feels like years. She’d like to sleep, too, but has to wait until daylight hours while the gardeners are leaf-blowing, while CalTrans is resealing the road in front, and while the kids next door thump bass from their cars. She can’t call anyone to shut them up.
Whomp! I step off a sudden (and very low) soapbox that I didn’t mean to get on. I bow. Back to your regularly scheduled writing.
My sister has borrowed my camera for photos of creeks (she’s working on an environmental planning Masters at Berkeley), so no photos of the devastation that is Sam, the Mission Falls baby sweater. I’ll get a snap later, before I rip it out for the second damn time. And I’m not starting it again, either. (BUT – I love that yarn so much that I’m gonna make me (yet another) ChicKami with it when I get a minute. Maybe after the holidays.)
Instead, I’ve started an interesting sweater that I’ll document as it goes along. Interesting psuedo-cable techniques – those twisted stitches that make teeny-tiny leetle cables. Very fun.
Oh, and check the Squib’s new very cool Interweave Blog out! (and my knit-along’s listed on it, so I feel VERY special).
And there are rumors of finished Wave-Alongs – here’s a snap of Sara’s green one (how do I love thee, Cascade Indulgence, let me count all the frikken ways) which is done, just not photographed. She said it’s a leetle too long, though, at about six feet. That ROCKS!
Marcia’s done, too – go bug her for a photo. She’s also an Indulgent gal. Yum.
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