Sloshing brain chemistry
On Friday night, in the same room as the heaps of sushi, there were sandwiches, chips, and mounds of cookies. Mmmmm, free food. :)
The week has been pretty uneventful, but that's possibly because I've been in some sort of fugue state lately. I work, stagger up the hill home, and sort of pass time time until I have to stagger back to work again. I sleep, but don't feel rested. I can't remember the last time I ate other than those sandwiches on Friday. I'm sure I have, but I don't remember.
The days and nights are all smearing together and I'm unsure of the date or even the time. I've done nothing social for a lonnnnnng time now, and I'm forgetting how to talk. :P
It snowed in the city for the first time today. I wish it would snow and not stop. I used to love all the snow we got here as a kid, but that's a relic of the past. Snow on the ground to stay? A rarity nowadays. And since nobody seems to be able to cope when there's just a light skiff of snow anyway, may as well go for broke. ;)
The other S/O that works at my site, not my supervisor but the guy that covers all the shifts that are left (about 48 hours a week worth, plus eleven additiona hours at another site) has been sleeping on the job. The bike patrol guys (three out of four of them, anyway) have told me about it. So have a couple of employees from the site itself. And I've heard some snide comments about "lazy guards" from knots of people as I pass. I thought they were just being assholes, but once I heard about Captain Slumber I realized what it was.
Of course, there's little distinction between guards. Everybody in the uniform is the same, so I'm getting a bad name from the other guy.
There's a door at the far end of the building that we lock and chain to keep dipshits from ripping them off with their truck and gaining access (actually happened). We're supposed to open it up at 0600. The young bike patrol guy who wants to be a hero that I mentioned in an earlier post told me that he had employees coming up to him at 0730 asking why they weren't allowed to use that door anymore. :P
And a receptionist actually walked in on him sleeping on another day, for Christ's sake.
And it's not like he nods off, either. He shuts off the lights, takes off his shoes, and opens a closet door to shield him from easy view. Where can I get a job where I get paid to sleep?
Today is the fifteenth anniversary of the day that Mark Lepine killed 14 women and wounded 15 others in what is, as far as I know, Canada's worst mass murder. It's been a banner event for women's rights advocates to point to, and has been used as an example for why we need various types of gun control.
The strange thing is that I have no memory of the event when it happened. I mean, I was home during the Columbine thing and watched the boring news for about six solid hours. It was boring because it was just endless live shots of the school, followed by a replay of a single evacuation over and over.
Not that it was meant to be entertaining, but I do have a memory of it. Ditto with the Challenger explosion - I was home from school and they broke in to the tv movie I was watching and I got to watch it happen about a minute after it did in real life.
There are various other events like that that bookmark various eras of my life. So why don't I have one for the shootings at Ecole Polytechnic? I've always found that strange.
The week has been pretty uneventful, but that's possibly because I've been in some sort of fugue state lately. I work, stagger up the hill home, and sort of pass time time until I have to stagger back to work again. I sleep, but don't feel rested. I can't remember the last time I ate other than those sandwiches on Friday. I'm sure I have, but I don't remember.
The days and nights are all smearing together and I'm unsure of the date or even the time. I've done nothing social for a lonnnnnng time now, and I'm forgetting how to talk. :P
It snowed in the city for the first time today. I wish it would snow and not stop. I used to love all the snow we got here as a kid, but that's a relic of the past. Snow on the ground to stay? A rarity nowadays. And since nobody seems to be able to cope when there's just a light skiff of snow anyway, may as well go for broke. ;)
The other S/O that works at my site, not my supervisor but the guy that covers all the shifts that are left (about 48 hours a week worth, plus eleven additiona hours at another site) has been sleeping on the job. The bike patrol guys (three out of four of them, anyway) have told me about it. So have a couple of employees from the site itself. And I've heard some snide comments about "lazy guards" from knots of people as I pass. I thought they were just being assholes, but once I heard about Captain Slumber I realized what it was.
Of course, there's little distinction between guards. Everybody in the uniform is the same, so I'm getting a bad name from the other guy.
There's a door at the far end of the building that we lock and chain to keep dipshits from ripping them off with their truck and gaining access (actually happened). We're supposed to open it up at 0600. The young bike patrol guy who wants to be a hero that I mentioned in an earlier post told me that he had employees coming up to him at 0730 asking why they weren't allowed to use that door anymore. :P
And a receptionist actually walked in on him sleeping on another day, for Christ's sake.
And it's not like he nods off, either. He shuts off the lights, takes off his shoes, and opens a closet door to shield him from easy view. Where can I get a job where I get paid to sleep?
Today is the fifteenth anniversary of the day that Mark Lepine killed 14 women and wounded 15 others in what is, as far as I know, Canada's worst mass murder. It's been a banner event for women's rights advocates to point to, and has been used as an example for why we need various types of gun control.
The strange thing is that I have no memory of the event when it happened. I mean, I was home during the Columbine thing and watched the boring news for about six solid hours. It was boring because it was just endless live shots of the school, followed by a replay of a single evacuation over and over.
Not that it was meant to be entertaining, but I do have a memory of it. Ditto with the Challenger explosion - I was home from school and they broke in to the tv movie I was watching and I got to watch it happen about a minute after it did in real life.
There are various other events like that that bookmark various eras of my life. So why don't I have one for the shootings at Ecole Polytechnic? I've always found that strange.
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