the bright side is my boss is very strict, but very fair. and the job is so fast-paced there is no room for being hungover. this is more or less what my mind needs right now: a little bit of discipline, with a strong feeling of importance and use.
my average shift can consist of sitting at a computer creating invoices, or running to financial district buildings to deliver orders. every day is a day on a different elevator. it's kind of exciting.
but, i'll do the whole ten-hour shift on about four coffees and one mcdouble-- which means i'm spending more on caffeine than i am on food, and the food i'm eating has 0 nutrients.
it's a little dangerous.
on friday, i was leaving work at about 6pm-- just like everyone else. i was oddly proud that i'd landed a 8-6pm monday-friday shift and that i'd be waking up when normal people do, and celebrating the weekend when everyone else is-- rather than a tuesday. or every day.
but maybe i was too exhausted, or just not paying attention. i went to cross the street on my way home and was nearly killed. the crosswalk said i could go, but a fedex truck thought it'd be an okay idea to blow a red light in order to get where they were going.
to be honest, i didn't even sill the fedex truck till way later.
i had stepped out into the road and a girl grabbed me by the arm, yanked me back onto the sidewalk, and said "careful!" all in just the right amount of time to prevent me from being murdered by the truck and to see it whiz by.
i need to pay more attention.
it's just that the next few weeks are going to be rough. i need to learn how to sleep so i can wake up at 6:45am and function till 6pm without getting annihilated by delivery trucks. once my sleep schedule is ready, and i have money for food, things should be great.
and, no, i did not ask the girl who saved my life for her number. everyone keeps asking me that and i'm not sure why. that sort of thing wasn't exactly going on in my mind.
besides, i don't even have a working cell phone.
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