Me bitching about various things

Didn't sleep at all Monday (though I sure did lie down a lot, hurt my shoulder), odds aren't looking good for Tuesday. Sunday I got a few hours in so, along with my 6(!) hours Saturday afternoon, I should be good for awhile. Currently at 39 hours awake.

Now that I'm done complaining about that, I think I'll complain about something else. At the hotel I work at we have an elderly lady that lives in one of the rooms. I assume she's someone in the company's mother. One morning this week about 6, she fell and couldn't get up. This was on my last day of training, so I went on upstairs with the lady I was working with and we picked up a nude old lady. This apparently happens every week or so.

It was scary. Not the nude part, though that was by no means pleasant. But she is old enough that I felt I could break her. I decidedly have no training in this and it's really not in my job description, but mostly I'm just worried about her.

She is extremely nice a mentally sharp (reasonably so at least), but there is no doubt in my mind she needs to be in an assisted living facility if not a nursing home. I don't mind responsibility, but this is a little much.



Still love the chairdrum:

a list and a boring accounting story

Still sleeping way more than usual. Another 4 hours yesterday. I'm gonna have to rename my blog and quit being emo about my insomnia. Be happy for me.

So chasing down a variance (fancy accounting term for "crap you have to figure out") last night of $21.65, I found a transaction in that amount that a server had posted incorrectly. She had left a note that she did it wrong and had fixed it. It looked like she did too, so I spent in excess of 25 minutes trying to figure out what went wrong.
As it turns out there were two separate wrong transactions- one positive, one negative- that added up to that exact amount. Son of a bitch. What are the odds of that shit.

What I read whilst unemployed (41 days):
Zen And The Art Of Motorcycle Maintenance - Robert Pirsig
Number 6 Fumbles - Rachel Solar-Tuttle
The Practice Effect - David Brin
Dragonsbane - Barbara Hambly
Illusions - Richard Bach
Series of Unfortunate Events (all 13 books) - Lemony Snickett
Fantastic Mr. Fox - Roald Dahl
Don't Judge A Girl By Her Cover - Ally Carter
Cross My Heart And Hope To Spy - Ally Carter
I'd Tell You I Love You, But Then I'd Have To Kill You - Ally Carter
Odd And The Frost Giants - Neil Gaiman
Bearing An Hourglass - Piers Anthony
The Jaguar Smile - Salman Rushdie
Dangerous Angels - Francesca Lia Block
The Story of Philosophy - Will Durant
The Complete Myspace Blogs of Carmen
The Count Of Monte Cristo - Alexandre Dumas
The Code Of The Woosters - PG Wodehouse
All Creatures Great And Small - James Herriot
C.L.U.T.Z. And The Fizzion Formula - Marilyn Wilkes
Hitchhiker's Guide To The Galaxy - Douglas Adams
So Long, And Thanks For All The Fish - Douglas Adams
Lost Horizons - James Hilton

(35 items, one every 28 hours)

This is my second night working graveyard shift at a rather fancy hotel. So not only am I getting paid for my insomnia, I'm getting paid to blog about my insomnia! I've also got over 7 hours of sleep over the last two days. Good week for me.

Can't do to much blogging right now as I'm still being trained, so I'll be back sometime soon to a) complain about my brand new job and b) compile a list of what I've read since my unemployment started now that it's over. These should both be relatively long lists, so stay tuned.

Be happy for me

So I slept from 9:15am to 2:30pm. I haven't been this well rested in a very long time. I don't particularly have anything to say tonight, I'm just really proud of myself.

I do want to wish good luck to Greg Oden. He is a basketball player for the Portland Trailblazer's and he just had the same knee injury as me. He is, according to ESPN "expected to miss the rest of the season" and "will probably never be the same player again." I feel you buddy.


You look 45, lets hope you recover like you're 21 (his actual age)

Reviews

I watched "Funny People" with some friends earlier. I'd seen it before, but I watched it more closely this time. My overall review has not changed. It is a really good movie that makes you sad. It is deep and thought provoking. It really makes you think about some things. It's also absolutely hilarious. And among the most depressing movies I've ever seen. I'm not saying I love it, in fact, I rather prefer movies that make me happy. I am saying that "Funny People" offers an amazing range of human emotion. It is real.

I'll also just finished reading another book, "Number 6 Fumbles" by Rachel Solar-Tuttle. Also fantastic, and very real. It is a great insight into the way that a thinking woman, well, thinks. It portrays a woman suddenly seized by crippling self-doubt. She struggles with the same fears we all do, the same insecurities. It's good to know that these things are, if not universal, at least shared.

So next time you feel like your emotions are so strong you just need to know that others go through the same things, I'ma go head and suggest both of these. Even though both protagonists are in different situations than you they are both, poignantly, people.

Oh, and 2+ hours of sleep last night. Along with the 4 from Thursday I'm at 12 hours since Thanksgiving Day. Averaging 1.5 per night. Starting to think I'm not normal.

Determined

So I didn't post last night. Does this mean I slept? No, it means I read. Finished my books. Two of them. Woot. Anyway, I have a job interview at 10 tomorrow then I'm doing shit all day. So even though it's early, I'm gonna lie down and get some rest. I just thought I'd do a quick post in case you missed me.



Sleepy Music: Death Cab for Cutie

Am I Tired?

No sleep last night, but I slept from 9 to about 11 this morning after the gym. For those of you keeping score, that's just under 6 hours of sleep since Thanksgiving.

I feel like your reaction here is probably somewhere along the lines of "holy assballs!" and it is probably appropriate. You may be asking how that even happens. How I can physically function. Then you feel perhaps a bit of sympathy, though probably not because you are a douchebag. And you think "god he must be tired."

That is the crazy part. I'm not. Or possibly I am but I'm so consistently tired that I can't tell anymore. This merits some thinking. I feel like I normally do, but tired probably is normal for me.

A few months back after a party my friend Furd kept waking me up just as I was drifting off to sleep. He kept doing this. Atleast ten times my eyes would shut in exhaustion and he would start talking to me again. People get crazy when you disrupt their sleep patterns and Furd was trying to illicit this response from me. He was very disappointed when I stayed completely calm, coherent, decidedly not crazy. I think this is because it was really nothing new for me.