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And I'm working undercover for the man.
Nov. 17th, 2004 08:27 pmOne of the worst ways to wake up:
In the middle of the night (When bedtime is eight to four, midnight is in fact *exactly* the middle) the thought "I must throw up" launches itself from somewhere in my intestines, juggernaut like through the diaphragm, crashing up through the top of my head, tearing through several levels of consciousness including whatever the hell I was dreaming about (it probably involved hotties) like blotchy colored tissue paper and launching me through sheer momentum out of bed and into the bathroom, much like the morning shower process but with greater velocity, so that I essentially awaken crouched over the toilet bowl vomiting with the bitter taste of bile in the back of my throat.
This afternoon I was offered that position in operations I interviewed for yesterday. I accepted. Over the next unspecified period of time, I'll be shifted over to my new department and be trained over various shifts, possibly morning, mid and night, before I take on my new shift. Which will be Tuesday to Saturday, two-thirty to eleven. Although I'll be waiting for the flights to reach their destinations, so it sounds like getting out at eleven will be a somewhat rare privelege. Possibly as late as one-ish some nights. I'm sure there's more information to relay here but I'm tired and stupid so I'm signing off.
Courage.
In the middle of the night (When bedtime is eight to four, midnight is in fact *exactly* the middle) the thought "I must throw up" launches itself from somewhere in my intestines, juggernaut like through the diaphragm, crashing up through the top of my head, tearing through several levels of consciousness including whatever the hell I was dreaming about (it probably involved hotties) like blotchy colored tissue paper and launching me through sheer momentum out of bed and into the bathroom, much like the morning shower process but with greater velocity, so that I essentially awaken crouched over the toilet bowl vomiting with the bitter taste of bile in the back of my throat.
This afternoon I was offered that position in operations I interviewed for yesterday. I accepted. Over the next unspecified period of time, I'll be shifted over to my new department and be trained over various shifts, possibly morning, mid and night, before I take on my new shift. Which will be Tuesday to Saturday, two-thirty to eleven. Although I'll be waiting for the flights to reach their destinations, so it sounds like getting out at eleven will be a somewhat rare privelege. Possibly as late as one-ish some nights. I'm sure there's more information to relay here but I'm tired and stupid so I'm signing off.
Courage.