Flippy - I Rant, You Read
Thursday, November 09, 2006
Science H. Logic, I’m Tired
I confess, I stole Science H. Logic from “South Park”, but it was too good to not be used. Anyway, it’s been a really tiring week, and I’ve realized that I’ve gotten to an age where I need regular sleep. The week started with not going to bed at all on Monday night because by the time we were ready for bed, it was already close to 5am. I figured that rather than go to bed for a few hours, which often makes you feel crappier than if you hadn’t gone to bed at all, I’d stay up and work a little more, then shower and go vote.
The morning part worked out well. We left for the polls around 7:30am or so, which meant that we were due for a couple of our special early morning treats. First, we got to listen to our favorite radio morning team, Mark & Mercedes on Mix 94.1, which is a really rare event, us being in the car during their horribly early hours. The last time was the morning Leigh-Ann had her immigration interview and we had to drive across town to pick up her lawyer, so we left at maybe 6am or something. If I wasn’t so lazy, I would look it up in the blog entry about that day, but I’m not gonna. Anyway, so we listened to Mark & Mercedes, I went to vote while Leigh-Ann played with our new phone, then we went to the grocery store and stocked up on goodies we thought we’d want later. Our next early morning treat, was to go to McDonald’s for breakfast. Normally, that’s a once a year deal for a couple of reasons - one, it’s too early, but also, McDonald’s breakfast on a regular basis makes me feel queasy. Anyway, I treated myself to a McGriddle, which I first tried, with help from Rory (a kitten we found on our doorstep, who found a permanent home, and new name of “Vegas”, with Leigh-Ann’s brother & sister-in-law in PA...picture at the bottom of this entry) in May. I thought of Helly this time though, because she recently described how much she hates the sweet & savory flavor combo, which the McGriddle embodies. Granted, I don’t want it all the time, but both times I had it, it was delicious. Plus, the yummy goodness of greasy crunchy hash browns. We also got orange juice, but I don’t like McDonald’s orange juice anymore. Do any of you (other than Leigh-Ann) remember when they used to keep their orange juice in little frozen plastic containers? It was so much better! I don’t like my juice at room temperature.
So, that was the beginning of Tuesday. We thought we’d take a nap, then get up and feed the birds. I had a lot of trouble napping, even though I was sickeningly tired. I was so tired that when I laid down, my body felt like it was vibrating. It made me think about what hospitals do to interns, making them work horribly long shifts. Frankly, it seems like a recipe for fatal mistakes to me. I know I couldn’t have been trusted to make important decisions after not sleeping. I even had trouble speaking in normal sentences to Leigh-Ann. So, if any medical schools are reading this, let your interns sleep, so people don’t die!
This morning, we went to bed around 6am. This definitely has to stop, although I admit, I got a lot of work done last night/this morning. But, my body can’t take the schedule anymore. Tonight, we’re going to bed at a reasonable hour of maybe 1am, because we have to get up for our pest control guy. It’ll be good practice because we’re going to a sports convention with my brother and sister-in-law on Saturday, so we want to be able to function and enjoy it. I think my brother might have a booth for his invention, the Bullpen Buddy, but honestly, I’m not sure. I just know that I’m supposed to remember to go to the convention center, south hall, and call for them to come outside and meet us. See, now that I wrote it down, I don’t have to remember it.
So, work. I think I’ve finally discovered my unique work skill. I’m able to talk (talk = email, to me) to bloggers, tell them how much I like their blogs, and ask them to sign contracts. You know, it’s really easy to talk to people in email ("Oh, you want me to talk to highly educated, multi-millionaire, respected in their field, John/Jane Doe, and ask them to sign a contract? Okay, no problem.") and offer them something for nothing. It’s like asking to pay people to do them a favor. Sure, in general, I don’t get to read the blogs that any of my friends write, for work, but I still get to read a lot of really interesting blogs and talk to interesting people. I have to say, it’s SO much easier than the two months I spent trying to sell industrial chemicals. While it was a great company, I honestly haven’t a clue which industrial lube is better for which engine...and I won’t ever care. I do know blogs. I love blogs. I love your blog (yes, you, I’m talking to you, I love your blog), I love reading, I love complimenting bloggers on their writing. I don’t love the electronic equivalent of paperwork & filing, but I know it’s important to keep track of where I’ve been and who I’ve talked to, and about what. I haven’t made a penny yet (I work on commission), but you just wait. My first and second contracts were the blogging/writing equivalent of signing professional athletes. And they just said a simple, “Okay.” The others who haven’t signed yet have been more work, but I’ve realized that I know how to convince them. I have to thank an internet illiterate, but very smart, attorney for teaching me that even in 2006, not everyone who is savvy in their professional career is also internet savvy. Those people need information to reach them too, even if they don’t know it’s out there and they don’t know how to find it.
Okay, I’ve blathered enough, here’s the picture of Rory/Vegas that I promised. She’s enjoying her tiny nibble of McGriddle.
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Your funny… I have been to a point where I cannot talk straight, and once when I was up all night and driving home from college… I was hallucinating my ass off… O the good ole days. I have to say that in my 20’s I could go out with friends all night, go to breakfast, and then go to work… No sleep necessary
Well, not on a weekend night at least…
on 11/11 at 09:24 PM
