On and Off

Boss asked me to cover for someone by doing a double shifts, and so I went and worked my behind off for 9 hours or so, it was crazy busy.

All these time the girls collected coca-cola tabs for me, so I can get a free t-shirt from coca-cola GB, which amounted to more than a handful.

Thank you, girls xx

I am so lazy, and not very good at using time, so I work. If I work I don't waste my time, and I get to earn some dough. If no work I bum around to no end. It's like having on-off switch, and working is like forcing myself to be "on". Otherwise am permanently off. How disgusting and lowly motivated way to live, me thinks.

That was Saturday, and then came home and had some "well-done-me" drinks, and went to bed around 4am. Woke up just before 10am on Sunday, which is brilliantly early for me, and thought this was too good to be true. This is so not me, I don't do normal stuff like getting up in AM on Sundays. Nah, I don't buy it.

Next thing, I opened my eyes and saw clocking ticking close to 5pm. Nah, I don't buy it either, my eyes were closed only for a few min. Couldn't be 5pm already. Nah, no way.

But unfortunately it really was 5 O'clock. My hoping for doing few bits and bobs today was totally out of window. This is how my life is only consisted of work, work and more work. I am becoming my father.

Well am rested well and ready for another week filled work, work and more work.

Happy Mondays, everyone!

I am so full of it

In the past few weeks, I had an opportunity or two to join a group of work related people to have some food and drinks. When a bunch of people get together to just have fun drinks and such there is always one queen bee (whether it's a guy or girl) who has to be the centre of attention.

I actually am one of those bees, BUT, I also am a timid character without alcohol, so tend to give away my bee chair to someone else after a while, so someone else can start chatting away about himself.

Once I retire from the bee chair I sit back and start watching people fire away with autobiographical stories, which was waiting to burst out while I was yammering mine.

Then I think;
How boring the story is,
How loud they are,
How lame their opinions of things are,

The church where Last Supper is at.
Slightly more interesting than my yammering :p

and instantly begin to hate myself for thinking those things. I am full of crap, can't even go on without having all eyes on me for 1 min?


Well, actually, it is not like I do not enjoy hearing them. It is all very interesting to see different sides of people after a drink or two, and hearing about their private stories. It is more about my expectation speaking;
These people who boss me around has something to say, and this was all what they can come up with??

I have 2 jobs and a part of my job is actually to listen to drunk people talk about absolutely nothing. I love hearing non-nonsensical and really trivial stuff that's never going to help me in any way. I love low-intelligent conversations and stories without any firm conclusions. I just do not enjoy them coming from people I personally know too well, I guess. he difference of their colours, so to speak, is insurmountable, and absurdly boring. What is that??

Me and My Sundays

There are so many things I am not good at doing, one of which is to spend weekend / time off.

I never liked Sundays. I do not hate them, just dislike them, I get Sunday blues.

There is nothing wrong with Sundays, I love the fact that I don't have to get up to go to work, but then I usually sleep till I get up, which often means half of the day gets wasted in bed, and by the time am up I am exhausted from too much sleep, of which usually the cause of headache for the rest of the day. It's impossible to sleep well that evening because I cannot be tired in half a day regardless of how hard I try / play / work and a lousy Monday awaits.

Some times I do force myself to get up in the AM and force myself even harder to do useful things like house chores / sort out the week / shopping like any functional adults would be doing on their day offs, but then I end up having nothing to do in the evening.

Getting bored on Sunday means getting REALLY bored; there's nothing on telly on Sundays and it is too late to call out for friends because everyone else have useful and lovely things to do with loved ones and friends and families. So I end of trying not to stay bored possibly accompanied with glass or two or more of wine while rewarding oneself for being functional till then, and that's never good.

I start thinking too many unnecessary stuff, usually get sad, while dreading the next day because I have to work again, all these while am getting drunk.

Today I got up at 11.30am, which is good in my sense, did some house stuff, and bid and won something on eBay, then was getting ready to take dogs out when my eyes got so heavy and decided to nap for an hour. Next thing I was getting up and it was in complete darkness, and realized it was 9pm. 9 PM!?!? OMG.

Been to Italian Riviera with family.
Should write something of it soon..

In sheer panic and shame I think of the stuff I actually HAVE to do in next few hours, but the reality is that I will probably not going to sleep tonight, giving me all night to do anything I have to do, and that's not good because I have a busy week ahead. I may need to knock myself out with some binge drinking, oh dear.

There are loads of busy folks out there who never stop even on their time offs, and I think these people either enjoy making their life to look busier than it actually is in order to make them look more important or hard working etc., or they are just very very functional and getting million more things done than the likes of me. Either way I wish I were like that. (And that's why I was working 7 days a week at one point, just not to get Sunday blues.)

This is to say I am sorry for my wasted Sunday and next weekend, I promise, to be better one. Hope everyone else had a nice weekend!