Yes, you did absolutely read that correctly. I know you probably don’t really know what it means yet, but just know that once you read this…you will be asking yourself “What the fuck was he thinking??”. Between Friday and Saturday, I worked 28 hours. I went into work at 6am on Friday, and didn’t get out until 7:30 that night (13.5 hours). Then, I went into work at 7am on Saturday, and didn’t walk out until 9:30pm Saturday night (14.5 hours). Now, if you think about it, and you add that up, we’re talking about 28 hours in the office between Friday and Saturday. Even worse, Saturday is my day off, and I only got a one day weekend this week. Go ahead and ask it….”What the fuck was I thinking?”. I know that’s what you were thinking, because I am thinking the exact same thing. These jobs that control our lives are terrible. There is never any personal time for people that work that much. It’s ridiculous.
Seriously, I didn’t feel like doing ANYTHING Saturday night when I got off work. I took a shower, Katie and I went and got some food, and then we sat down to watch a movie and passed out on the couch. Talk about an overly eventful day. At least I got to do a little partying on Friday night. Katie drove me home from work Friday night, and we started drinking. Made it through 45 minutes of the power hour, and then went to downtown Boulder to meet up with some people we work with for some drinks. A bunch of shots later, and the next thing I know its 2:30am and Katie and KB are dropping me off at home. Fell asleep around 3:30, and woke up at 6:30. Now, if you seriously think about it. I was hungover, got three hours of sleep, and worked for 14.5 hours. That makes it even worse. Seriously, what the hell were we thinking when we went into work on Saturday morning. SHIT!!! Good news is, we called my boss and left him a VM saying he owed us BIG for everything we did on Saturday while his phone was turned off. Yippay for us. He better hook us up big time for all this garbage we took over the weekend.
Anyway, on happier notes, J Dizzle is in Florida for the week, and I have been talking with him over text messages for the last few days. He seems to be having fun with Marci out there, and is meeting the family and all her friends. Go J, you da man! He should be back on this upcoming Friday night/Saturday morning. I am heading down to Colorado Springs this weekend for his birthday. Heading down on Saturday and hanging out until after Tuesday when I go to my doctors appointment. Then heading back up to Broomfield to get back to work on Wednesday. Should be a good time. Birthday time for J, and that means a lot of drinks for all of us…and shots for him. Haha.
Well, I’ll update you guys later on throughout the week….hopefully. If I am too tired, I probably won’t end up getting to it, but I’ll try. I swear it.