My Day

I'd like to start this blog off with a two line conversation I over heard at work that kept me laughing (and on the positive side of sanity) all day.

"I'm hungry"
"I have some cheese sticks in my pocket."

That's it. Hillarious stuff there.
Okay, so my day started yesterday. I didn't sleep for a single second last night. Could not do it. Seriously. My mind is too busy for all this. So I get to work and whaddya know, the two weeks I thought I had to write two quarterly award packages has now been cut down to 1 day. Yep. I had all day to write two packages. Oh ya, and four feedbacks, five initial OJT briefs, a dental appointment, a mobility appointment, two live missions, and 18 cheese eatting airmen running around. Did I finish the packages? Hell no. So, I brought them home. Home! "Home" is usually a term I regard with much revrence. It signals the end of shitty days. It's the second click of the stop watch. ...."and....TIME!" Punch out. Strip off the uniform. Surf the net. Read a book. Listen to things. Home is a good word. But it is meaningless on this day...a day that I need to hit the pause (or reset) button and wind down, drink some nyquill, and go to sleep. But, oh my brothers, no. I have two packages to finish before I get to work tomorrow. Oh ya, and an ALS graduationn to attend in one hour. The program tonight is 2.5 hours and I will get home at a quarter to 9.

I can't explain further how tired I am. Or how much I hate my job right now.

But at least I had this:
"I'm hungry"
"I have some cheese sticks in my pocket."

Peace and Love,
Mungo

Song of the day: Built to Spill "In Your Mind"