Wednesday, June 13, 2007
That's eleven and a half too many.
I have twelve days left at work. Eleven and a half, technically.
The early shift means I have to get up at 5.30, and that is so hard I feel like I'm on the verge of vomiting every morning, seriously. Not to mention that since it's June, the packed trains are now uncomfortably hot.
The worst part is, no matter how tired I am all day, as soon as it gets to about 7pm, I suddenly wake up. It's almost seven hours until I have to get up again, and I'm wide awake. It sucks.
Work has sucked everything else out of my life, which is why I haven't posted on here much; nothing else to moan about.
Still, only eleven and a half days...
The early shift means I have to get up at 5.30, and that is so hard I feel like I'm on the verge of vomiting every morning, seriously. Not to mention that since it's June, the packed trains are now uncomfortably hot.
The worst part is, no matter how tired I am all day, as soon as it gets to about 7pm, I suddenly wake up. It's almost seven hours until I have to get up again, and I'm wide awake. It sucks.
Work has sucked everything else out of my life, which is why I haven't posted on here much; nothing else to moan about.
Still, only eleven and a half days...
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