August 24, 2011
Working midnight is killing me, mental, physically. I "like" the shift because there is no bosses, fewer people around, its quiet for the most part, but, I'm not sleeping well, not eating well, my weight just keeps skyrocketing. I got groceries on my way home tuesday morning, I got home, everything put away, ate something, and crawled in bed by 830am, I laid there with my eyes open for what seemed like FOREVER. Dee woke me up around noon, I went pee, Jake was complaining about being hungry, because he's TOOO lazy to make himself something. I told him when I got up at 230 I'd make him something. Crawled back in bed and tossed and turned, eyeballing the clock until 230pm. Ugh. Jake left around 3pm, and I crawled back in the bed, and the minute I nod off Dee brings my cell phone in, saying its ringing but they hung up. I tried again to nod off but it was a joke, so I got up. Now I just feel like spegetti arms and legs, that low blood sugar feeling. I don't want to be here either. I need to seriously commit to getting off my ass and finding a new job.