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he was arguing with himself and coming toward me, fixing the duct tape that held up his pants, while i smoked. generally, this sort of person will quickly ask me for a cigarette.

"hey man," he started, "do you know what time it is?"

"about 6:30," i said without taking out my cell phone. i've gotten into the habit of either guessing the time or acting completely unaware of time in general ever since techboy had his iphone jacked.

"do you know what day it is?"

that's never a very good question for someone to need to ask.

"monday," i said while feeling depressed about missing the weekend over an unexciting cubicle on the fifteenth floor of an unexciting building.

"monday? wow."

"wait no," i corrected myself, "tuesday."

at that moment i realized-- more than ever-- i will not survive in this job unless i have my hours changed. i've gotten over the fact friday is my monday and tuesday is my friday, and i've gotten used to the idea that almost no one can hang out on my weekends because they have a normal schedule.

but the hours-- oh the hours-- i can't do very much longer.

when you work from 2pm till 11pm, you have no life. i'll wake up around ten or eleven in the morning and try to start my day before work in hopes to convince myself that i do things besides work. but every time, i just spend the extra time buying groceries, mailing bills, or generally getting errands done.

weekday mornings are not exactly conducive to adventures.

then, when i get off work, i'm late for everything interesting and behind in mood. i have to scramble to get excited and shake my brain out of work in order to catch up with everyone else's fun-filled minds.

and i rarely succeed. usually, i have to hide away in my room until i think i'm ready to talk to other humans. the 2-11pm employees don't see hear from many humans the later half of their shift. and then i take a thirty minute walk through a deserted city. it's an odd experience-- especially for an extrovert.

when i was offered the position, i had two other shifts i could've taken-- both ridiculously early-- but i turned them down over reasons that made sense at the time. i chose the late shift because it made sense with my life. and without saying too much, i'm sure those of you who have been reading this blog long enough can probably put together exactly what has changed between january and now-- but even if not, the shift was a horrible choice and i'm paying for it now.

i'm just a strip of duct tape away from being as crazy as the man who argues with himself-- i do that sometimes, too-- and i already can't remember what day it is.

today, i put in a request for a schedule change.