Lost time

How come I can get rest for a day but 2 days later I feel like I could fall asleep like a little kid?! So Jackie said a little about what happened Sunday night but let me say that I woke up at 10am on Monday freaking out that I didn't call in and that 'It's 10! It's Monday!' So I go to call my friend from work to get the direct voice mail number and she goes 'Sarah, you already called in' I'm like huh? She's like 'We got an email that you were sick.' Oh shit. I looked at my phone and who did I drunk dial? My boss at 3 in the morning to say, well I have no idea what I said! So this morning when he called me into the office at 7:40 I was freaked out! But alas, it was just having to do with the tickets and getting them done within 2 business days and a hint at getting a gift card? What? Them giving something away. I don't believe it until I see it. I have no idea what possessed me to get that drunk, although after the 2nd drink I didn't really care about anything. And I don't remember after we started to drive home. I remember the cops asking if Brian was ok, because he was over puking by his truck and asking Darren if he was ok to drive home, then it is lost. Apparently I told Jackie we could share the bathroom since I puked, and don't remember! Then I laid on the nice cool bathroom floor, which is so spacious as most of you know! But I don't remember. Good thing Darren was there to try and get Devin out of the back seat of the car, check on Brian on the front porch, and Jackie and me in the bathroom. Definitely don't like getting like that. I don't like lost time.
I worked 30 hours last week at Panera, and 40 at 'them'. I don't know why! I am going to have to take a lot of Saturdays off for Michigan State football games so I guess I should work when I can. This morning I got up at 6:10 and left by 6:30, showered and ready. I couldn't find Devin's keys, which is a common occurrence so I had to go and wake them up. It's ok, in 6 days she won't be parking in our driveway anymore. Because damn it that is annoying!!!! Common sense is something that she does not possess. I like her still and she is my friend but it felt more like I was her parent when she has been living with us. Alright well I better get back to work.

Ridiculous Work

So I get this e-mail from my boss, Ed, stating that it was now 7:28 and I was late, why? Hmmm, countless reasons come to mind. I don't get enough sleep, I work 2 jobs, I can't stand the thought of coming in to work and doing it mindlessly for 8 hours, they don't pay me enough to care, they lie about paying us more and then seem to forget they say anything, I'm not in my salary range for what I do, I get all my work done anyways....the client is happy with the work that I do at least. But I responded 'sorry, I was running late, it won't happen again'. Why? I guess I don't like to rock the boat too much and if I ever was considered for extra money I would want to actually get it instead of being looked at as 'the late person'. Nonetheless, I hate it here and if I had something lined up I would leave in a second. It is only to pay the bills and even that doesn't seem to always work, hence the second job. I work between 60-75 hours a week. Now when I get a day off from both jobs I feel a little weird, like what am I suppose to do now? What did I use to do? Then I remember, I used to go to the gym, my long lost friend. Which is probably why I've gained about 25 pounds after working so hard to lose all the extra weight. Also probably why I feel so crappy all the time. I went to the gym last night and wanted to cry because I missed it so much, that's when you know something has to change, when you go to the gym and want to cry because you miss feeling the burn in your muscles and working out so hard you can barely breath! I guess we also used to go to the bar more but that scene is not as fun as it was in our carefree days. When me and Jackie used to go out with each other and have a blast, driving home in my Blazer sliding through the streets of The Springs. "Wheeeeeee!!!"
I still have some fun but it is just different. Sometimes I wish I could go back to when I lived at home and only had my car payment to pay. My parents weren't bad at all, they are really cool. We never had a curfew, they didn't care if we were going out, all my dad would say would be 'be careful, don't get too drunk'. Of course that was when I was 21. I always liked my family, with 2 brothers and 2 sisters there was always something going on. Besides the fact that we could only have non-sugared cereal for breakfast and pop only on Friday nights, it was really fun. My mom used to be the coordinator of the neighborhood. We had bike decorating contests followed by the bike parade, haunted houses in our basement, you name it we probably did it. I am always flattered when my friends say they want to be a part of my family. Even when their parents seem really cool, Ryan :) We went to Ryan's parents on Saturday and it was really nice. When we were riding in the pontoon, riding by the big houses, I thought 'maybe things are going to be ok.' I hope.