but what kind of a sick person goes to the laundromat and steals stuff out of other peoples' dryers?
My washer and dryer are on the fritz, so I had to go to the quarter machines. (It's sort of like playing the slots, except you never get lucky.) I left for a little bit, and apparently some crazed lunatic was in there going through peoples stuff. As I was pulling my clothes out of the dryer, I thought, "I had more stuff than this" and the guy next to me tells me that if I'm missing anything, it's because some lady was in there going though all the stopped dryers stealing stuff. At least she only hit the load of whites and took 3 towels. If she would have taken my jeans, I would have hunted her down like a...well, I probably wouldn't have hunted her down, but I would be REALLY mad instead of just kind of ticked and mildly amused like I am now.
So who knows how to fix washers and dryers?
You know that song from the late 80s or early 90s "Run Away Train"? (I want to say it's by Soul Asylum - I'm not sure because I was always too busy crying through the video to pay attention to who it was) - anyway - there's that line in it, "so tired that I couldn't even sleep." That's me right now. (You can tell I'm delirious, can't you?) I get off work, I'm exhausted, but I drag myself to the gym anyway and by the time I'm done there, I can't sleep. If I could break the cycle, I could get up early and go to the gym which would probably solve the problem, but I just can't drag myself out of bed at 5 am.
The new job is still going well, but I'm working a lot (which is fine), but I feel it catching up to me today. It's amazing how days of pouring over files at your desk can be just as physically tiring as a double shift of waiting tables at a busy restaurant. The past couple of days have been extra long, with business lunches and dinners on top of the regular job. It's a temporary thing, but draining none-the-less.
The lack of sleep has the added effect of making me clumsy (not that I'm Miss Graceful usually). In addition to the bruises on my knee and elbow from who-knows-what, tonight, I dropped something, bent down to pick it up and...yada, yada, yada...I'll be lucky if I don't have a black eye tomorrow. I think I'll be able to disguise it if I need to.
I did have a fun trip to Nacogdoches last week and I'm looking forward to a mini-vacation 2 weeks from now - I'm driving to Chattanooga to visit O&Co - long drive/short visit, but should be fun. It's good to mix things up every now and then, ya know?
1. Number of jobs you've held: Eight, several of which are too embarrassing to name (hey, I've been working since I was 15)
2. Biggest raise, by percent: 46%
3. Have you ever quit? only because I was moving
4. Have you ever been fired? negative
5. Worst mistake, while on the job: either letting people walk all over me because I don't like to put up a fight or making people do things they didn't want to do because I was their boss and I didn't care if they liked me. I'm sure there are individual instances where I've done really stupid things at work, but we don't have to go there, do we?