Made of Tired

It's official. Coming off a week's holiday to a Late-Early is knackering.

I'm not saying that this is insurmountable. I could go to bed right now. But MSN is calling. DailyBooth is staring. The pile of clean laundry is casting a shadow of scorn at me. I wonder which of those will be resolved before sleep.

A week ago I'd all but finalised my New Year's Resolutions. Right now I've little to no idea. Tomorrow I'll cast them in internetty stone and I'll be stuck with them. I think I'll try not to set myself anything that can be failed easily. At the very least I'll try to keep it to things which are actually positive if kept or lost. Though this does mean I'll have to sort them before I leave for work tomorrow. So another reason for bedtime.

New travel pass card thing has arrived today. I wish they'd have mentioned they were stretching the photo and not cropping it like the web gadget suggested. The picture looks very odd. I'll have to take a funhouse mirror every time I want to catch the bus. The card starts 5 days from now so I can't really get an interim week pass like I'd originally planned. Only way to make the whole travel thing remotely cost effective now though is to gage the traffic and my timing each day and pick the best of the three options. Yet another reason to sleep and get up early.

So what am I gonna do, brother?

Talk to people on the internet of course.

Long Night

Sat on the front desk and people are a lot less scarce than I'd hoped. I just had cheese on toast on my break and it seems that the world is taunting my thrift by bringing in McDonalds and Chinese food, tempting me with the 2-4-1 offer at Dominos and just generally passing pleasant wafts of lovely food past my face.

I'm starting to seriously consider trekking across town at the end of the shift just to get something tasty. Considering the weather and the fact that I'm staying here tonight, that would be most silly. But it'd be *good*.

Ran foul of my utter lack of timekeeping today and inspite of using a completely different method to reach work I walked through the doors at the usual barely-o-clock. It's really quite absurd how no-one ever admonishes me for it in the face of it being a daily occurance. Just shows how much value they place on me turning up at all I suppose.

It's quite pleasing that I'm entrusted to be the point of call overnight in the hotel but also quite lame that I don't get to return home at the end of the shift. I guess I should be glad that I don't have to spend 2 of the 8 hours between shifts travelling but after having a week of living in that room and that house with all the home comforts within, I'd welcome the journey. Though not the earlier alarm.

Back home there is also my new books and my new Doctor Who DVDs as delivered by Amazon five days late. There's my Sentai discs and my comics. There's my webcam and my MSN friends list. On balance though, here I have nothing but a book and my DS. At least here my distractions are finite. Perhaps I may actually sleep.

But first I'll probably nom.