so i get here to work, and the time card reader thingy is conspicuously absent from the wall. i mean, there’s just a metal plate and the cord hanging. conspicuous. so i go to the lady who does the payroll and i say, ‘the time clock is missing’ and with a perfectly straight face she says, ‘it was there this morning’. and suddenly my sanity is in question here. i go back to the time-clock area and yes, it is indeed not there.
but there was a good moment of doubt there. anyway, that cheered me up quite a bit believe it or not, it’s always good to get a nice, relieved, ‘i’m not that crazy’ giggle.
because i woke up this morning after another particularly bad bout of sleep, and wondered if i’d ever be able to sleep through a whole night at once again, or if that part of my life’s over. and i woke up to the fact that the only pants i had to wear were those i purchased during saturday’s adventures (un-blogged about, but certainly disseminated by phone, y’know?) anyway, in that lovely ‘i had foster’s for breakfast’ state of being, it seemed the thing to do to buy pants a size too small because the last pants i bought that fit in the store tend to get so baggy during the course of wearing them, that i have to hike them up all the time.
fine. except i’m really not a size fourteen. and i’m wearing that size, and i’m sitting down. i’m not very happy about that.