Boy does it feel good to come home on a Monday and not go straight to school after work. The semester crashed to an end last week with three finals exams for me on three consecutive days, and of course that was followed by my usual off-center work week of Thursday through Monday. And tomorrow starts my first weekend in a long time where I don't have to go anywhere or do anything. Naturally, my job wanted me to come in tomorrow and work overtime because they're a little short right now. Sorry, Charlie. You need people to work more hours, you should have hired me full-time instead of part-time. Just on principle, I'm not doing overtime until they make me a full-time associate. What's the difference? Well, full-timers get more performance bonus money and a higher ceiling in tuition reimbursement, among other perks. I also would have had insurance immediately upon my hire instead of waiting for my ninetieth day, which occurred this past Saturday. But really, I may have considered saying no to OT if I were already full time, just because I want the rest. My dad and I visited my aunt Sunday for Mother's Day after I got off work, and I was snoring on the couch within a few minutes because I was so tired. I need to chill, even if it's a couple of days. I bought a "Nature Boy" Ric Flair DVD on the way home, I found my tape of the 2002 World Series Game 7 so that I can remind myself why Dusty Baker sucks dick as a baseball manager, I got cold soda in the mini fridge, and I am ready to do some serious unwinding tomorrow and Wednesday. At least, as much unwinding as I can do in between marathon spider-killing sessions. Sigh. I hate living in a basement.
Oh, and it's not a good idea to try to be smooth and suave on the phone when you're this tired. My ladyfriend in Memphis was telling me a few nights ago how much she enjoyed hearing my voice and she said when I said her full name it was like she was hearing it for the first time. So I put on my sexiest voice and said...the wrong last name. Yessir, smooth as Ex-Lax.