Talk about an about face.

February 1st, 2016

Pale Electonicist Needs Food, Badly.

It's amazing how quickly things turned against me. No, I'm not talking about a terrible series of events centered on my person, or some horrible conspiracy that really doesn't just exist outside my head where everyone is out to get me. No, what I am referring to is my energy level, which completely bottomed out this morning. Which is odd, because I felt just fine last night.

Sure, I worked an eighty five hour work week last week, and am just now starting up the next one, but still. One would think that there'd have been some kind of transition in regards to this. At least, I would think so, anyway. You know, like one day my energy is fine, the next it's kind of low, and then the gas tank runs out. But no, I was fine yesterday, and am completely drained now.

I'm not too broken up about this, mind you, what with the fact that I am going to get a positively delicious check for all this work come Friday, which will help out the savings of both myself and my sexy other. I may even pull a bit more overtime this week, once I've recovered at least a little bit, since the opportunity is still there to grind away at what I need to accomplish at work.

But yeah, right now? I am literally stumbling around in my work space, and wobbily shambling from place to place as I chase down parts, including the one I should have had yesterday, but didn't, because of someone. At least now, as far as I can tell, I have everything I need. Now I just have to somehow stay awake during all the mandatory yearly training refreshers I must undertake today.

Somehow.

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