It was yet another long weekend at work, spending all day Saturday sitting out on the desk alone, and, even worse, spending most of the day on Thursday and Friday not at the desk alone (having the intern for company is worse than having no company).
Still, Saturday was the worst, as it was a bad day that actually started on Friday night.
I went to bed at the usual (ridiculously – and, apparently, offensively – early) time, and soon fell asleep, only to wake up about two hours later. I managed to doze for about an hour before coming fully awake again and unable to get to sleep because I was absolutely starving.
So I got up, had a sandwich, watched some TV, then went back to bed.
I was awoken again around 3 AM by an enormously painful cramp in my left leg.
I get them every so often, but I can usually manage to get up and walk it off before it gets too painful.
Not this time.
I hopped out of bed and slowly and painfully forced my leg to straighten and my heel to press against the floor.
Sometime after that I managed to dose off again.
I felt less than rested when my iPod alarm went off, and was in no mood to hear Shirley Manson going on and on about how she thought I was special. Well that was your mistake, wasn’t in Shirley?
Anyway, on the drive in to work I was doing my damnedest to avoid getting stuck behind a slow-moving dump truck. My efforts caught the attention of a cop who decided to pull me over.
Luckily I managed to flirt my way out of it – or something. I have no idea why, but he opted not to give me a ticket and let me go with a warning. I’m thinking it’s the new do – all close-cropped and fascist-looking.
Still, it did delay me, particularly given that I was on my best behavior for the rest of the drive.
I barely had enough time to stop at the convenience store to get a much-needed energy drink.
Some creepy jackass with a guitar sitting there begging attempted to accost me, but I completely ignored him.
Later, Scott told me that when he stopped there before work guitar boy asked him for a ride to the Reston Medical Center – which is just a short walk down the road from where he was – but Scott cited needing to get to work.
Inside, he said, some lady was complaining to the cashier about him, but the cashier said there was nothing he could say.
Personally, I’m surprised that the crabby little Asian cashier wasn’t out there yelling at him.
“You go now! You bother my customers!”
On Thursday I decided to stop at the comic shop on the way home, which meant driving home on Route 7. It was a nightmare that reminded me why I always take the Greenway on Thursday and Friday nights, even though it’s so damned expensive.
Today I did probably even less than I usually do on Sunday. Despite getting nine hours of sleep, I was still tired, so I ended up taking a nap, then I spent the rest of the day watching some DVDs and occasionally tuning in to Stephen King’s The Stand on Sci-Fi Channel. I’ve watched bits and pieces of it over the years, and today I finally caught all of the other bits and pieces, so I’ve pretty much seen it in its entirety now.
Tomorrow I’m getting some easy OT via a one day Microsoft Visio class.
And right now I’m bringing this entry to a close.
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