Monday February 9, 2009

Today marked yet another failed attempt at waking up a few hours before work. I like to do that as much as possible as to avoid a possible shitty work day (something royally sucks about waking up and having work as the first real conscious event of the day). The sequence of my alarm charades go as follows:

1. I had my alarm set for 7:30 AM. It goes off, I say fuck it. Reset alarm for 8:30 AM.
2. Alarm goes off at 8:30. I say fuck it again. Reset alarm for 9:30 AM.
3. Alarm goes off at 9:30 AM. I get super pissed, and say fuck it. Reset alarm for 10:15 AM (I have to leave no later than 10:35 to be at work by 11).
4. Alarm goes off at 10:15 AM. Just before I am about to throw my phone out the fucking window, I remember that I don't start work till noon today. Now I'm happy. Reset alarm for 11:15 AM.
5. Alarm goes off at 11:15 AM. Still pissed, I cave and finally get up.

Once awake, I take a quick shower and throw my clothes on and head out the door. I stop for gas and pray that I have enough money left in my checking account so my debit card will work. Everything goes smoothly and I continue on my journey to work (it's like walking the fuckin' green mile).

I get to work and am about ten minutes late as usual. Only, this time, my manager actually says something to me. I pretend I give a shit (because I value my paycheck) and I clock in and get to work, or lack thereof. My brother had to use my laptop today to do some homework because for some reason he doesn't have Microsoft Word on his. So now I have to find enough shit to fill up five hours. Fuck it, even if I did do actual work at the Bou, there is realistically only about enough work available to fill about an hour at the very most.

Determined to not let myself get driven to insanity, I nab the USA Today paper and start tearing through the puzzles. I finish the sudoku and the other word games within a half hour. I look at the time. 1:12 PM. Fuck my life. I grab the tribune and rock the sudoku from that paper. Again, it only takes me about fifteen minutes to finish. I grab the last paper on the rack, Chicago Sun-Times. This sudoku is a little harder, but still only takes me twenty minutes. It's now just about 2:00 PM. I start to slip into insanity.

I'm trying to hold off on spending money on things that aren't necessities, but I decide to throw that idea right out the window and I get a burrito from Chipotle (fuck it, I'm hungrier than hell and it's the only thing, other than chain smoking, that's going to keep my sanity). I finish the burrito and have a smoke and kind of spaced out for the next two hours, because I don't exactly remember anything specific that happened.

I cruise home at 5:00. Within five minutes of being in the door, I get a call from Stin informing me that him and Phil are already on their way over. Right on. I chill out on the couch for about fifteen minutes... the only "me" time I have had all day.

Stin and Phil get here around 5:45 or so. Phil just so happened to pick up a six-pack of Modello (what a saint), so we indulge in a few brews and hit up a few games of Wayne Gretzky's 3D Hockey on N64. After getting my ass kicked two games in a row, Phil decides he needs to go home for a bit (for reasons still unknown). I cruise with Stin and give him a ride home. We figure we can drop him off and swing by the liquor store to pick up a 30 case. We pull up to the liquor store and I realize that I left my wallet at home, so Stin has to buy the case tonight. I assure him next case is on me (which is debatable).

We get back to my house and bust into the case while surfing through YouTube watching stupid videos that have way more views than they rightfully should. It's mildly entertaining, nevertheless, especially as the alcohol kicks in.

Phil and Katie show up about an hour later while me and Stin are watching Live Free or Die Hard on HBO. We decide to screw the movie (we've both seen it and I own it), and rock out to a drinking game. The one that was chosen just happened to be one that fucked me up a lot more than I had intended (I won't go into the rules of the game, because no one really gives a fuck).

After getting me all nice and sauced, Stin decides his duties are fulfilled and his services are no longer needed. He pimps out of there and leaves me with Phil and Katie, who just coincidentally are flirting up a storm like a couple of school kids. I become annoyed very quick, but am too wasted to voice my distaste for the moment. I let it go for about forty-five minutes before I just give up and say I'm going to bed (which wasn't a complete fabrication, seeing that I couldn't really keep my eyes open). They both cruise out and I clean up the dining room a bit before finally making it to my room and crashing like it's my fuckin' business.