impatient, obnoxious, petty, argumentative, and obsessed over meaningless details
Thursday night:
I wondered if was becoming a werewolf. I blamed the moon for my lack of sleep on Wednesday night. I got out of bed at eleven this morning and only really woke up at 5pm after drinking a litre and a half of a red liquid that I can get my hands on, sometimes. It was the first time today that I actually felt awake.
This week has been hellish.
There is once inconvenience I cannot escape, my job. I could leave it but it brings me structure and is interesting, if you are ok with people who are borderline insane or definitely temporarily. People there call it the nut house; it is the opposite of working in every other office I have seen. Some might say that’s a good thing and it is up to a point. When something has to be done there its total chaos at work. The chaos just ended for me and is going to start again soon, but hopefully not. Someone presses a button somewhere and everything goes a bit crazier for a spell.
The trip down south last weekend was eventful. My sat nav brought me through a farmyard, always a good thing to do to your fine German car. There were some interesting people at the the wedding of a playwright friend. There were some unusual drama types there. They are all really good people but I get the feeling they no longer differentiate between being in a play and real life, especially with drinking involved. They are very in tune with people, I guess from being other people some of the time.
I dared my boss to put me in the hospital today. It was funny but that was his initial statement. He immediately conceded that I made a good point. He is going to be like the new commissioner Lassard from police academy. we are launching a school called the academy. I told him he should be very very proud of all the wonderful wonderful cadets. We decided that we had a few people on a par with the ones from the movie. We definitely had a few johnes’s, a hightower and a tackleberry. What police academy doesn’t have is a 40 year old man who plays video games. A spell in hospital would be a nice break from work, I probably wouldn’t even have to go back.
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