This is a test
OK, one new skill I've acquired at my new job is learning to remember people's names. You probably could do without the proof, but, in no particular order:
(edit: even though the long list of names that formerly existed here was first name only and w/ no distinction made between staff and clients, I have decided for privacy purposes to remove all names. Trust me - I can still list them. Only now it's like 100+ names...)
I feel this new skill is worth mentioning because I have always been one of those "I'm terrible with names" people, and I honestly have no idea how I have managed to remember at least 75 names after having spent basically these weird small blocks of time with everyone on this list. My point is that YES you can teach an old dog new tricks and I have kind of amazed myself. I mean, sure, it's not like I've taught myself to fly an airplane or something but still.
Last night I went to bed around 1:00, feeling very tired and slightly sauced on a coupla vodka drinks, and knowing I had to get up at 6:30 to go to work. I think I did fall asleep for an hour. Then I woke up. Then I tossed. I turned. Flip. Flip. Flip. Flip. Think. Think. Think. Think. Headache. Pill. Water. Flip. Think. Agitate. Cogitate. Alarm. "You've got to be fucking kidding me" I spoke aloud to the dark. Dragged my ass up and out of bed. Then...nausea. NO. Please no. Standing in the cold dark hallway I gag, it seems almost a near certainty. NO! I'm dizzy. Fuckfuckfuck. Not now. Head downstairs. Happy thoughts! Happy thoughts! The sight of glasses sticky with screwdriver residue, the slight trace smell of leftover pizza. Fuckfuckfuck. Bathroom. Dizzy, swimmy head. Shower. Need soap smells, clean smells. Digest, goddammitt! Settle! Settle! Step carefully into the steamy water. Calm, be calm. Soap. Nice. Clean. Happy.
Shower's over, still iffy, fast forward to coffee prep. Between the vibration of the coffee grinder, the heavy scent of the ground dark roast, having to wash out my last-used-days-before travel mug which had that soury, plasticy smell - I was back to square one, and rushing through the whole process to get away from the sight and smell of it all. I sat down and visualized my body dealing more conventionally with whatever noxiousness it seemed heavily inclined to expel via my esophagus. I should've explained at the start of this tale that I am deathly afraid of puking, because once I start it's very hard for me to stop. Last time it happened I ended up in the hospital, convinced I was going to die because I was so delirious from the dehydration. No, it's certainly not always that bad, but that is my most recent memory.
I didn't puke. I sipped my coffee like a soldier, "Coffee, you are welcome in my gut without fear of reprisal. At ease."
I need to do something, seriously, about this insomnia BS. Sleeping every other night is not enough! Lame post, I know, but that's what happens when you're running on vapor.
(edit: even though the long list of names that formerly existed here was first name only and w/ no distinction made between staff and clients, I have decided for privacy purposes to remove all names. Trust me - I can still list them. Only now it's like 100+ names...)
I feel this new skill is worth mentioning because I have always been one of those "I'm terrible with names" people, and I honestly have no idea how I have managed to remember at least 75 names after having spent basically these weird small blocks of time with everyone on this list. My point is that YES you can teach an old dog new tricks and I have kind of amazed myself. I mean, sure, it's not like I've taught myself to fly an airplane or something but still.
Last night I went to bed around 1:00, feeling very tired and slightly sauced on a coupla vodka drinks, and knowing I had to get up at 6:30 to go to work. I think I did fall asleep for an hour. Then I woke up. Then I tossed. I turned. Flip. Flip. Flip. Flip. Think. Think. Think. Think. Headache. Pill. Water. Flip. Think. Agitate. Cogitate. Alarm. "You've got to be fucking kidding me" I spoke aloud to the dark. Dragged my ass up and out of bed. Then...nausea. NO. Please no. Standing in the cold dark hallway I gag, it seems almost a near certainty. NO! I'm dizzy. Fuckfuckfuck. Not now. Head downstairs. Happy thoughts! Happy thoughts! The sight of glasses sticky with screwdriver residue, the slight trace smell of leftover pizza. Fuckfuckfuck. Bathroom. Dizzy, swimmy head. Shower. Need soap smells, clean smells. Digest, goddammitt! Settle! Settle! Step carefully into the steamy water. Calm, be calm. Soap. Nice. Clean. Happy.
Shower's over, still iffy, fast forward to coffee prep. Between the vibration of the coffee grinder, the heavy scent of the ground dark roast, having to wash out my last-used-days-before travel mug which had that soury, plasticy smell - I was back to square one, and rushing through the whole process to get away from the sight and smell of it all. I sat down and visualized my body dealing more conventionally with whatever noxiousness it seemed heavily inclined to expel via my esophagus. I should've explained at the start of this tale that I am deathly afraid of puking, because once I start it's very hard for me to stop. Last time it happened I ended up in the hospital, convinced I was going to die because I was so delirious from the dehydration. No, it's certainly not always that bad, but that is my most recent memory.
I didn't puke. I sipped my coffee like a soldier, "Coffee, you are welcome in my gut without fear of reprisal. At ease."
I need to do something, seriously, about this insomnia BS. Sleeping every other night is not enough! Lame post, I know, but that's what happens when you're running on vapor.
posted by Black Egg at 7:10 PM
2 Comments:
WELL, so hard for me to remember names as well! i hate it... im always saying dude, man or hey bro... lame...
sorry to hear about your ill feelings in the morning... i know how that feels all too well, or not well i guess... i hope the rest of your day goes a little better!
i took the morning off knowing full well how well i function after a night of bozzing with dutch gin and tonics, so good... well have a good day and have another vodka, might settle your stomach...
(whats with me useing the word "well" today...)
Added another dozen names to that list today...enough already! Feeling much better indeed, yeah it was so not pretty the other morning! Like a waking nightmare, that feeling is.
Hope you had a great night and didn't suffer for it - G&Ts can certainly be dangerous - but yummy!
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