Tired and Half Dead.

So tired… got only 4.5 hours of sleep today. My eyes are really in pain, and the rest of me wants sleep badly.

Got up at an ungodly 5:30 (after hitting the sack at ~1:15). Tired like hell… swear I could count the number of times my neurons synapsed. It felt like walking in a watery dream… even the air is as thick as water.

Anyhow… managed to get to work on time with my Dad. Had a “safety” workshop, training, whatever. Boring stuff. Had to fill out multiple quizzes, and things… before it was just look at a few irritating videos. Today they had the works. The government must of given them hell for that nasty pinching accident that happened a few months ago. So now the HR folks tortured us with the all things… mind never mentioning revalant details… only generalized guidelines. Sad. Very sad.

Became bitter after finding out that the job I might of had there was gone because of management’s incompetence. I would love to say what I feel about the person responsible… but that would be simply a string of 16-25 nasty words strung together. Let your imagination run wild. Still I am disappointed that a desk job with maintenance could of been mine, instead of running like a dog in production. Want to cry. Another hell of a summer. Only this time I have to make sure Mother and my brother are taken care of ahead of time. If I don’t snap half way through… I will end up turning into an emotionless machine. Great, dehumanization. Lovely. Can hardly wait. The only problem is sentience… otherwise I would make the perfect Atari powered drone.

To top it all off I got lost on my way back home. Wasted money on multiple bus fares, taking scenic routes, and time waiting for something to happen. Mind you Pearson International Airport is lovely this time of year. Except when you are going around in circles. But circles are lovely too. (Side note: amazing how many Arabic women work in airport security… no comment just observation). By the time I reached familiar territory I was tired. My neural activity simply plummeted… feeling like undead… can’t die, can’t live.

That part of the day is over… actually I will call that a day. I will pretend that the rest of the day is another new day. Lets see how that turns out.