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Okay. T-minus twelve hours til I go on shift; I've had three hours of sleep since waking up yesterday (Monday, that's yesterday, isn't it?) morning. I'm hoping to crash around noon. My parking meter is paid til 12:07, which means I have two and a half hours to sit here being all responsible and applying for salaried positions that don't require me to stay up all night or wield a $2,000 pricing gun (orientation-running-manager Lisa's advice: Don't Put It In The Baler). I mean, if I'm going to be awake at six in the morning, I might as well have gotten some sleep recently, right? So applying for other jobs.
I just wanted to say, though: I really liked the power outage. I realize that's an incredibly, whatsit, priveleged? thing to say (just read the Skipping Towards Gomorrah chapter on Envy, which talks about how just as thin is beautiful in a society where food is plentiful, the most conspicuously affluent act is voluntarily giving up your luxuries - or having fun when they're taken away from you, I suppose), but it was kind of neat. I've never been involved in anything remotely disasterish before, I was never in a position to be concerned for my safety, and it was just kind of... cool. I wanted to go introduce myself to the neighbors across the way with the really bright flashlight, although I didn't because, well, it was around eleven and I'm just not that outgoing. But it did make me read books, so, hurray!
Last night, in the effort to stay awake and reset my clock, I watched, um, Last Night, and, whoa. I had to just go to bed after, because some part of my brain was completely convinced that the world was in fact about to end, and I should just shove it and get some sleep (it was four in the morning, which may have been a contributing factor). Cool, cool movie though.
Okay. Must do something useful, now. Seriously.
I just wanted to say, though: I really liked the power outage. I realize that's an incredibly, whatsit, priveleged? thing to say (just read the Skipping Towards Gomorrah chapter on Envy, which talks about how just as thin is beautiful in a society where food is plentiful, the most conspicuously affluent act is voluntarily giving up your luxuries - or having fun when they're taken away from you, I suppose), but it was kind of neat. I've never been involved in anything remotely disasterish before, I was never in a position to be concerned for my safety, and it was just kind of... cool. I wanted to go introduce myself to the neighbors across the way with the really bright flashlight, although I didn't because, well, it was around eleven and I'm just not that outgoing. But it did make me read books, so, hurray!
Last night, in the effort to stay awake and reset my clock, I watched, um, Last Night, and, whoa. I had to just go to bed after, because some part of my brain was completely convinced that the world was in fact about to end, and I should just shove it and get some sleep (it was four in the morning, which may have been a contributing factor). Cool, cool movie though.
Okay. Must do something useful, now. Seriously.