On the Job
I'm actually at work right now. My shift start promptly at 7:00 a.m. and all I can think about is how hungry I am. I'm usually not a breakfast eater. In fact, pretty much hate eating breakfast. My stomach hasn't woken-up, so it doesn't make sense for me to exact it's duty so early in the morning. It would be tantamount to when I have barely woken-up and being expected to remember what was said, asked, or commanded of me. It's just too early in the morning, so until I'm fully conscience, don't expect much. But today, for some reason, I'm especially hungry...or maybe I'm just thirsty. I read somewhere that 60% of the time your stomach growls is because your body needs water and not because your hungry. Hmmm? A little precarious, I might say. But whatev. Come to think of it I read it off some wellness and nutrition article or something of the sort.So, I'm at work, but I've already told you that. And I'm hungry. Sleep. Sleepy. Wanting to sleep. Going to sleep. z z zzzzzz, wait a minute. Which reminds me. I can't believe I attempted to rhyme in my last blog-ugh! Grosse! Dork! I should stick to what I'm good at...like, telling people what to do-which is a very big responsibility mind you. I'm not bossy. I just, well lately anyway, tell people what to do and they listen. "Hey, you...do this and that and then some," and poof! Done! I think it's my commanding presence. Or the twitch in my eye with a slightly chipped tooth that might scare x-party into concession. Or the fact that I only pretty much give orders to those younger than me. I'm nice. Just thought I'll let you know before you go labeling me as a primitive gestapo.
I AM nice. SO nice, in fact, that I have to say it all the time to convince myself?!? But I must be. I hate sarcasm. I hate double meanings. Hate undertones. I'm absolutely livid everytime Jessika is sarcastic to Chai or CJ to Kai or Cris to Jessika or Jessika to Cris or CJ to Jessika and even me (when I catch myself). So, I must be nice if I'm trying to keep the peace, right? Musing. Have mused about it. Something to muse. Am finished musing. Yes. I believe I'm nice. Most of the time. Enough to cancel out all the times I explode.
posted by Becca @ 9:54 AM
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