I am sitting here typing this at 9:33pm wondering how I am even still alive and functioning after the last few days I’ve had.
My trip home from Long Island finally ended at 4:58am,giving me a whopping 47 minutes to lay in bed and sleep before day one of my new job.
Monday’s always suck, but this Monday morning was absolutely dreadful. I slept for literally as long as I possibly could before having to wake up, shower, get ready, eat, make a lunch, etc. before making the trek to job training. In the back of my mind, I kept thinking about the weekend I had, hoping to find some glimmer of happiness to keep this day going, but I just couldn’t shake the fact that I was so unbearably tired driving into work today.
Once I got to my job, I got greeted with a “hey, time to take your ID picture!” ever so fitting that the badge I have to wear now sports the most disgusting sleep-deprived, hair in bun picture of me I have ever seen in my life. So bad, that I am contemplating faking a lost-ID scare and paying the $5.00 for a new one.
My first day was honestly great. I learned a lot and got some free pizza for lunch, so that is always a plus. I made it through my 8 hour day in one piece, still energetic after my XL coffee this morning, and proud of myself for not tipping over while sitting in the conference room all day.
Leaving, I was never so excited to drive home and go lay in bed. But naturally, because I was so exhausted and so ready to unwind, I was the victim of a hit and run accident on my drive home from work. I got sideswiped by an idiot trying to pass a car, who obviously did not see little ol’ me in the right lane. Damage is minimal but I felt like I was not going to make it the 0.25 miles home after talking to the police and filing a report.
Tomorrow is a new day. I am in bed now about to fall asleep, so I am confident I will be well-rested and ready for the week ahead. xoxo.