Thursday, January 8, 2009

Let Me Recap

A lot has happened since yesterday after work. Here's the run-down.

5:45pm: Realize it's 5:45 and it is okay to stop working. For now.

5:47pm: Change into work out clothes and drive to the gym.

5:50pm: Look at the gym and decide you need to get back to work. Drive home. (So much for resolutions)

5:54pm: Eat. Something fast. Something easy. (So much for resolutions)

6:15pm: Drive over to dog-sit.

6:28pm-9:58pm: Create new call panel, learn new accounts, organize work for the next two days, complete expense reports, email new teammates an obnoxious number of times. Receive calls from both sisters - unwillingly tell them you need to talk some other time. Dream of Hawaii intermittently.

9:59pm: Head to bed and READ. Ahhh.

10:47pm: Decided to shut off light.

11:51pm: Still awake. Become annoyed.

12:33am: Still awake. Become mad.

2:56am: Awake to one of the dogs having GONE TO THE BATHROOM ON THE BED. Dog is now in process of throwing up on bed (not messy stuff, just bubbly. Gross.)

2:58am: Strip bed and head down to the laundry room. Put sheets in laundry (blanket will wait since washer is too small).

3:01am: Head upstairs to sleep in boss's bed (that's who I dog-sit for). Feel a little weird.

3:25am: Still awake. Where did that sick dog go, anyway? What is wrong with it?

3:28am: Find sick dog. Make sure it will live for three more hours. Back to bed.

4:18am: Sick dog wakes you up while jumping back into bed. Pray to fall asleep fast. Also pray sick dog doesn't ruin boss's bed as well.

5:47am: Give up on sleep. Didn't really get any, anyway. Check on sick dog, seems fine.

5:49am: Find clogged sink in laundry room (the one where the water from the washing machine goes). Say a quick and earnest thank you prayer that it didn't spill over and flood the basement. Find drain and unclog. Change out sheets for the blanket.

5:54am: Put dogs out. Wake up every neighbor with their barking.

6:00am-6:36am: Get ready to go.

6:37am: Write this post.

6:45am: Head to work. Dream of Hawaii.

1 comment:

Megan said...

Dude, I am so, so sorry. What a miserable day/night. I hope work settles down, your mind settles down, and the dog's entire digestive/excretory tract settles down. And that you maybe get to go to Hawaii.