I Feel Tired
Nov. 24th, 2003 07:02 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
morrigirlCharles, Sebastien, and Jennifer were all out today, leaving only Mary, Carol, and Elisabete here this morning. In the afternoon they had me and Victor to help them but by then they'd all pretty much flown off the handle and were ready to kill themselves along with every one else in the library.
Carol was having a particularly bad day. Not only was she swamped all morning but a friend of hers died today. So she was not in the greatest of moods.
But everything has calmed down now as it usually does after 7:00. Victor and I spent the last two hours going through our typical banter. Today we talked about kilts, creating a gay version of Joseph and the Technicolor Dreamcoat, and how much it would cost to build a house in Barbados.
I've been feeling very out of tune all week. I'm all spacey, not paying enough attention to detail, missing very obvious things that I should be catching. I feel like I'm making a fool of myself at work by being so out of it. I'm afraid everyone thinks I'm incompetent. I feel like an idiot. (I use the word "I feel" way too fucking much.)
I know I should go home and just meditate, cleanse my chakras, balance myself out, and every night I tell myself that's what I'm gonna do, but I always get distracted. Other Mike calls and I end up talking to him until midnight or later. Then I chill at the computer for an hour, playing tetris and unwinding. Then I take an hour long bath, and then I go to bed. Sometimes I balance my chakras while trying to fall asleep but I usually drift off before I get all the way through.
(There it goes again. Carol just came into the library and pointed out to me that I'd managed to overlook a student speaking on her cell phone in the library, which is strictly forbidden. Tells me I should make her stop it. Which I do. But it pisses me off that she has failed to take into consideration the fact that A) I can't see or hear this girl from where I'm sitting, and B) she is sitting directly in front of Lymon. Why do I get chewed out for not shutting her up and Lymon doesn't?)
Now with Thanksgiving coming up I'm gonna have to devote some time both tonight and tomorrw to cleaning up my room. May have to skip the nice long soak in the tub. Or stay up longer. Or tell Mike I can't talk.
Even so I'm looking forward to my five day vacation. I'll actually get a real opportunity to recharge my batteries. All week I've had this bizarre hankering to visit Astoria Park. Maybe I'll do that over the weekend.
Carol was having a particularly bad day. Not only was she swamped all morning but a friend of hers died today. So she was not in the greatest of moods.
But everything has calmed down now as it usually does after 7:00. Victor and I spent the last two hours going through our typical banter. Today we talked about kilts, creating a gay version of Joseph and the Technicolor Dreamcoat, and how much it would cost to build a house in Barbados.
I've been feeling very out of tune all week. I'm all spacey, not paying enough attention to detail, missing very obvious things that I should be catching. I feel like I'm making a fool of myself at work by being so out of it. I'm afraid everyone thinks I'm incompetent. I feel like an idiot. (I use the word "I feel" way too fucking much.)
I know I should go home and just meditate, cleanse my chakras, balance myself out, and every night I tell myself that's what I'm gonna do, but I always get distracted. Other Mike calls and I end up talking to him until midnight or later. Then I chill at the computer for an hour, playing tetris and unwinding. Then I take an hour long bath, and then I go to bed. Sometimes I balance my chakras while trying to fall asleep but I usually drift off before I get all the way through.
(There it goes again. Carol just came into the library and pointed out to me that I'd managed to overlook a student speaking on her cell phone in the library, which is strictly forbidden. Tells me I should make her stop it. Which I do. But it pisses me off that she has failed to take into consideration the fact that A) I can't see or hear this girl from where I'm sitting, and B) she is sitting directly in front of Lymon. Why do I get chewed out for not shutting her up and Lymon doesn't?)
Now with Thanksgiving coming up I'm gonna have to devote some time both tonight and tomorrw to cleaning up my room. May have to skip the nice long soak in the tub. Or stay up longer. Or tell Mike I can't talk.
Even so I'm looking forward to my five day vacation. I'll actually get a real opportunity to recharge my batteries. All week I've had this bizarre hankering to visit Astoria Park. Maybe I'll do that over the weekend.
