Overtime

Today, I am working overtime. I learned many things this week.
A brief list:
1. Dayquil or "Daytime"(the cheap generic version) is best paired with Monster energy drinks.

2. Twelve hours passes very slowly when one is locked in a shed wearing lingerie.
I may add, being peered at by men who are either married to aging wives or who have no hope of being married to any wife.

3. Pulling weeds is not a restful pastime for a person's sole day off.

(However, Dayquil/Monster can be a great resource for pulling weeds on one's sole day off when that unfortunate person is suffering from an insidious disease/headcold.)

4. The sunrise is beautiful. One still hopes not to see it.

5. People/coworkers do not return kindnesses. Just because one sacrifices an entire Saturday to another, does not mean that the recipient of said Saturday will reciprocate favor.
Actually said person will refuse to come in for the paltry three hour shift that they were scheduled. Leaving you, sad overwrought employee to man the god damned place alone.
Don't be kind to these people. It gets you nowhere and they don't even appreciate it.

Yes these lessons and more.
Happy April folks.

Spokane, Fuck you.

I am most distressed that Spokane will soon be stealing away my sister, and even more upset that I cannot visit her.
She is a loyal and fantastic companion, and sadly it took us until relatively recently to become this close.
You see, I was the perpetually annoying younger sister.
We bonded over coffee, cigarettes, vampires, writing, and bollywood dancing.
We share a dark sense of humor that most do not appreciate.
I will miss her proximity to my house.
I will miss her early morning phone calls dragging me out into the world.
I will miss the bookworm, even though it stinks of the asian food that is fried next door.
I will miss dyeing our hair together.
I will miss the random drives and the long conversations.
I will miss drawing characters for her books. And talking about those characters for hours...
I hope Spokane has a late night coffee shop. (That doesn't taste like 'Roasters.')

Don't worry Haley, I'll take the train if the snow gets too bad.
I just called Amtrak and it only costs $20 one way.