Boy, do I have some Tales to Tell...
Tuesday, April 07, 2009
 
It just turned midnight and here I am typing this. I have to be up at 5:00am and I am not even mildly sleepy. I have a store function that I have to attend at 6:30am. I plan on getting my breakfast, sitting in the back, and basically be present. Not aware. Just present.

I was going to say that I at least get out early but for some reason, I set up an appointment at 4:00pm for a volunteer gig. Fuck me. Maybe I'll bring my workout gear and attend a gym near where my appointment is. Maybe I'll just walk home.

I am a bit wary about this volunteer gig. I am actually going in to be interviewed to see if I am suitable for it. Here's the thing: the person who I have been in contact with seems a bit... well, not so friendly. The emails have been curt and almost commanding. It won't be the first time I have dealt with mean volunteer coordinators. Not sure why they have to be mean. It's not like you are paying me. I have walked out of a volunteer situation because of the attitude. My final line was "If I leave, I'll still be making the same money." I then turned on my heel, tossed my hair back, and gave her the hand. Ok, I didn't do that but I should have. If only I had hair.

Anyway, here I still am. Typing away. I am going to brush my teeth and lie down in hopes of falling asleep. Here's to hoping. Later.
 
Comments:
I kinda was the same way last night..I fell asleep way past 2am and had to be up at 8 for work work. Gosh it's so boring sometimes... :)
 
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