The ink on my fingers has faded hasn't it?

Did you all die? I feel like I've lost my audience. No one has commented in ages. Maybe my posts are just getting boring. Oh dear, am I getting boring? I knew I was old, but not THAT old. I swear my life is interesting! There are just few stories I can share with what happens on 100 different calls a day. Although there are quite a few interesting stories...Maybe I'll share them. Ok, I'll share them. Laugh please, comment please, tell me I'm not loosing my touch!

When you forget socks...

There is a line in my work office/space, where the desks and cubicles of the customer service kids sit. Where we stare at computer screens and answer phones around the clock, trying to appease frustrated parents whose children need to graduate tomorrow but have yet to finish their online classes. This line exists between two sections of the desks, and it separates the warm seats from the cold ones. As you sit there in your solitary world of post-it notes, lost pens, and Clorox wipes, your body's defences for keeping warm slowly put their guard down and you can find yourself on either side of this line: you can sit near the front in the heat, sweltering, wondering "why me?" and begging for a breath of fresh air. Or you sit in the back, further away from the outside world and freeze, fight over the space heater with a dozen other skirt-clad girls.

Or...you can find your own solution, and go barefoot and heat up your freezing toes on the warmth emitted from the PC at your feet. It works wonders I swear.

Saturday despondency

I've been up since about 5 this morning. It's been almost a 20 hour day for me. I'm tired, emotionally drained, physically drained, mentally drained. Is there any other type of "drained" I could be, because I am. It's been a long day and it wasn't long because of how busy I was. It was long because I sat around doing nothing but playing the "oh woe is me" game and talking to myself. Whether it was talking myself out of thinking unkind thoughts, or talking myself into trusting someone, or telling myself to stop crying and suck it up, or telling me that everything will be ok once I start working and getting busy with life this summer. I'm going crazy, but what's new. We all talk to ourselves right? Sheesh, I hope so, or else you better lock me up.

I'm so tired but I just can't seem to let my body and mind fall into the void of slumber. My thoughts are exhausted, there's nothing left to think of, but my body is ready to go run a 5K. I just wish that there was fairy dust for sleeping or something, or just a switch on our bodies that just shut everything off with one push. Feeling kind of like a Debbie Downer. Don't worry, happier posts are coming soon.