I am silly in my noggin.

After two days of languishing in bed, I’m finally going back to work.

Missing consecutive work days is almost unheard of for me. Last time I did it, I was taken out by an especially unfriendly kidney infection. I wound up in the hospital, where I was given multiple doses of morphine. I spent the next two weeks drinking orange juice and hallucinating.

This time it’s not nearly as awful (or groovy, if you’re into hearing and seeing things for extended periods of time), but I’m still headachey and mildly groggy. Despite that, I can’t bear the self-imposed guilt trip of missing another day.

Whenever I do something that might inconvenience others, I fear the worst. Even if it’s something as mild as inviting someone to a party when they might already have plans. Because that has definitely never happened before and it would cause the end of the world, right?

My brain thinks silly sometimes.

Calling in sick to work registers high on this scale. What if other people call in sick and they’re short-staffed? What if it gets really busy? What if they think I’m just faking it and fire me? These questions race through my head as I call work to deliver the bad news. I feel like a criminal. At this point yesterday morning, I was too sick to sit up straight, let alone get to work, but that didn’t cross my mind. I was too worried about my reality potentially putting somebody out. I got through to voice mail, left my nervous and rambling message, and hung up with the utmost relief.

If I didn’t have the best boyfriend in the world to bring me juice, these would have been the most depressing past few days.

Today I’m almost functional. I have a (mercifully) later and shorter shift at work, it’s Casual Friday, and I only have to get through tonight and tomorrow morning before I have the weekend to waste on my faulty physiology.

Wish me luck, I’m really hoping I can go the five hours without fainting. How dramatic would that be?

Saturdays

Saturdays are strange days for me. I usually wake up early, just before daylight breaks. I wake up with a sense of dread, because I work Saturdays.

I’ll waste most of the morning sipping chai and staring jealously at the cat who likes to hang out in our living room. It’s too easy to envy big fluffy sleepy kitties. There’s too much to be jealous of.

I’ll get to work, which will fly by. It’s hard to complain about working Saturdays when you’re surrounded by people who are working on Saturday, because once you’ve managed to get to work the only real challenge is to remain there, which is really easy to do what with inertia and all that.

In a few short hours, my weekend will finally belong to me, and this morning will flee my memory for another week, and I’ll feel as though my day has barely begun.

But for now, I’m stuck counting hours. So far, there are eight of them. With a rainy commute and the arduous task of getting dressed ahead of me, that sounds like too many hours. I get up too early on Saturdays.

Wow, this post itself was yet another excuse to avoid getting on with my day. Congratulations, self.

That doesn’t help

Last night I dreamed that Pepsi sponsored free wifi for all of Vancouver. When my alarm clocks started going off, in the dream they were just alerts from various devices to let me know that they were switching over from my home network to this awesome new Pepsi service. It took me an hour to wake up.

My dreams always try to change my alarm clock sounds into sounds that I should ignore. Especially on Saturday mornings. If Pepsi really did grant free wireless internet access to my entire city, I wouldn’t use it. Eh oh NO WAY MAN.
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I do not blog frequently.

I can’t believe I’ve been at my new job for over a month! It is all going very well. The work is enjoyable, the people are incredibly nice, and everyone just seems happy to be there. This is unlike most of my previous workplaces.

The first significant amount of snow has just fallen in Vancouver, and the presence of winter can no longer be denied. Having grown up in a small town that gets as much snow as any small town in BC’s interior, and not having grown up to be much of a winter sports enthusiast, I’d be happy to never see another beautiful and unique snowflake for the rest of my years. At least, I felt like that until today.
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Oh, Halloween.

I can’t believe I start work on Monday! Nervous excitement washes over me.

And I don’t know where my phone is. I hope it’s not in costume because then I will never find it. Oh, Halloween.
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