pyra @stillinhere@octodon.social

I'm most of the way through my first week off work this year. I finally feel human, again. Of course, it'll all come to an end soon. But I will prevail, damn it. (If one of my coworkers doesn't shoot me at some point. Profiles around me are frightening.)

It feels like there is no time left in the day for anything. Time has gone from being the speed of sound to the speed of light for me, lately.

I think the people I work with think they're making good points about their worldview on life. Fear of the Other, love of guns, terrified of gay people, privileged talk getting them banned on xbox live for a day... Instead, I find myself bearing even harder left.

I finally got Sims 4 with Cats and Dogs. So that's where I've been. Working, sleeping, picking up kids, or playing my game. It's been great.

"There's so much evil in the world." (KITH version always goes through my head when I say that.) The overwhelming nature of it is more evident to me, because of where I live. The drastic attitude difference on this side of the Ohio River than where I grew up (Ohio side) leaves me speechless sometimes. My soul is tired.

Roses ARE blue
when in a Twin Peaks' world
tulpas and doppelgangers rule.

That's as close as I'm going to get to romance today. LOL

I hate Valentine's Day and called it VD from the moment I learned what VDs were.

Yep. I'm a woman. Yep. I had surgery last year. Yep. It's been years since I lifted weights. They need the fucking help, and in a couple weeks, I'll probably shame them all.

I am feasting on schadenfreude with this job, too. The fact that the lead didn't want me there satisfies me to no end. There's not a soul that likes that guy. I'm rather well-acquainted with dealing with assholes. I've got armor that I don't think anyone knows I have, and decades of customer service. I'm well prepared.

I'm getting stronger each shift I work. The pallets of water get easier every time. I still struggle with getting things into the dairy or meat coolers, since the drainage grates create hills to go over, and some of those pallets are overloaded. I feel like I'm turning into a good pack mule, though. :) While this is not skilled labor, it does require a lot of fucking practice and getting used to. If anyone ever argues I don't deserve a living wage, I'll tell them to fuck off.

So, there was an ice storm overnight, Tuesday into Wednesday. Since I worked through it, I had to chip nearly an inch of ice off my car before I could leave work and start driving on the slick roads. And today, Friday, it's going to be 50. Never change, Northern Kentucky...

What am I going to do with the time left allotted to me? I could probably stick with this job of mine until I die and not really be too upset. I just want to go to classes and use my brain while I still can. It feels like it's atrophying. I don't like that. But what do I want to take?

Okay, I seem to be adjusting back to nights easily. I guess next week I'm going to steel myself for the telephone and try to release my ancient transcripts held hostage in a computer glitch. Then try to go back to school. Undeclared, but for *something* I don't know what. Not money related, that much I know.

My first week of third shift stocking is going well. I'm sure there will be times it will be irritating, but in comparison to what I was going through in the other department, I feel so relieved. I hope everyone else gets to feel this way, sometimes, too. Good morning to all.

My sleep pattern remains the same as it always was. I had nothing to do today, and could have slept from 9-2:40, but I only manage to ever sleep 3 hours at a time, even when I'm tired and used muscles I haven't used in a long time. Hmmmm. Brains are strange creatures.

This morning ends my first night back on 3rd shift. It was an easy night. Good start for me.