Nights and Days and a Tired Mind

So lately, I've been working overnights at a beauty store...

Woah, woah, woah. Hold on. Welcome to my blog about stupid shit. This is the first entry and this should set the tone for the rest of the ride.

Anyway... So lately, I've been working overnights at a beauty store. If your wondering the name, let's just say it begins with the letter "S" and ends with "ephora." No complaints about working there really, in fact its fairly easy going, but it requires that I begin working at 9PM. As you can imagine, at 9PM, what I really want to do is nothing, but instead I begin working. The first hour isn't something I mind too much because the female staff that work there is still hanging around doing whatever, and honestly, they are pretty good looking. The eye candy is much appreciated. But after that is just work and no play. The dudes I work with are pretty chill and I don't have a boss that's on my balls all the time so in general, I can't complain but I do the same thing every day so it gets to be annoying. Fast.
I didn't write this to complain about a job that I don't mind, so I'll get to the point. Work ends at 6AM, and I am home by 7. Folks with normal jobs start waking up at this point and I am ready for dinner, which I should point out is most often a bagel because lunch and dinner aren't real options at this point unless I make it myself and at this point in the morning I have no intention of grilling myself a nice steak because I'm pretty tired from working and I'm just not motivated to do that. So about 930AM I go to bed and wake up at about 4PM. And when I wake up, I have breakfast because that is what normal people do when they wake up. So after working my two nights at the beauty store, I have eaten about six breakfasts in a row and need to work on getting a real schedule back on track. Part of getting back on normal time for the rest of my week, where I am a full-time student and have other odd part-time jobs (substitute teaching, and screen-printing assistant), means I must stay up for strange amounts of hours trying to get a normal schedule back. Right now, I've been awake for 27 hours.
The result of the odd sleeping schedule and staying up for a crazy amounts of hours is my humorous imagination that makes me just think of stupid things and I actually laugh out loud. This has happened in my classes and on trains, and while I am working. I am going mad.
For instance, the other day I was on the train and I had been awake for about 45 hours or something and thought it would be funny to say, "See you later, LOSERS!" to strangers leaving the train. I didn't actually do this of course, because if I did, I'd be typing this from an institution instead of my bed. But I did think of this scenario and did laugh a little bit. Hopefully nobody on the train noticed but who cares if they did, right?
Another instance of my tired imagination getting the best of me would be when I was in class yesterday. This guy was giving a presentation on who-knows-what-the-fuck and all I could think about was how he was dressed like the crocodile hunter, and had a quick sudden burst of laughter that forced me to bite the inside of my mouth and cough out my laugh so it wouldn't be obvious that I was being a freak in the corner.

I don't even know what to do anymore. I can't leave this job because unfortunately it's my only stable paycheck because my other part time jobs are on-call type situations, but at the same time it is costing me my sanity. I'm not sure which is worth more or worth keeping.

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Potential future blog topics:
Tiger Woods
Dental Care
The morons that shop at Walgreens
Facebook
Other things
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