I’m having a weird day today, probably aided and abetted by the fact I had a crap night’s sleep last night...
Baby Tom was fine, I can’t blame him at all – the sleep training has really paid off and any night time disturbance now tends to be very minimal. Instead, despite having eyes as heavy as John Prescott’s sick bag, I just lay awake into the small hours, wearing myself out with my many fruitless attempts to drop off.
The knock-on effect today is that I feel out of kilter with the rest of the world and totally benumbed. I feel like a cheap pair of 3D glasses – things aren’t quite lining up properly but I can still tell what they’re supposed to be.
If I was at home I could cope with that quite well. But I’m not. I’m at work and am required to be “on the ball” and capable.
None of which is actually in my job description but I feel too drippy to point that out.
So I’ve had a painful morning dealing with complaints of sexual harassment levelled against our cleaner (sorry, Hygiene Technician), meeting a lighting rep who has totally exhausted my fake interest in light bulbs, dichroics and barn-door shutters, running around trying to catch up on the paperwork that has been flapping around my desk since my day off on Friday and I have just shambled through the most bizarre office conversation ever which started off on the subject of new local authority gumf warning us about the dangers of the “employee terrorist” (the office bully by any other name), leapt onto the John Prescott bulimia bandwagon about halfway through and then finished off on the delightful subject of condensed milk sandwiches as eaten by Lenny Henry on Tiswas back in the early eighties.
My brain feels warped.
I feel like I’ve just coughed it out of my mouth like a dropped bollock in a fashion rather reminiscent of the Ood on Doctor Who on Saturday.
None of which bodes well for the afternoon...
17 comments:
Must be something in the air - I got no bloody sleep at all last night either.
How's Arsebook coming along?
I know of loads of other people who are all feeling grotty today - geography seems to be irrelevent. Something in the air indeed. Or the water. Or transmitted through radio signals. It's a conspiracy, I tell you!
Regarding Arsebook - I'm totally inundated with non-friend requests. It's great. ;-)
I work shifts so I'm no stranger to lack of sleep. Was wide awake playing Battlefield 2142 at 2am this morning, my alarm goes off at 4:30am. Early night tonight then.
Condensed milk is now in squeezy tubes! It's great! Flick the top off, and get an instant hit. Then pop it back in the fridge before The Demon catches me! Luverly.
I couldn't survive working shifts, Inchy, it would kill me. Hat off to you.
As for tubes of condensed milk: you're a connoisseur, squire, and no mistake!
Sleep training??? must look into that...
Sounds like a long long day @ the workspot. I do not envy you.
I'm surprised that anyone can sleep at any time of either the day or night, these days! I think humans are naturally attuned to a longer than standard day, somewhere in the region of 26 hours, after which, hopefully, when you get to bed, you'd just drop off like a log but the structure of society, sadly, doesn't permit this approach!!
I must admit, mp1 v.8.0, my working hours probably aren't that excessive in the bigger scheme of things... but with a young baby in the house you can't always guarantee a good night's sleep. My problem is that as well as a full-time job, I'm also studying at university part-time, run a part-time web design business and am writing a novel... I suspect a lot of my fatigue is of my own making! But thanks for dropping by - hope you'll do so again.
TimeWarden, are you serious? 26 hours? That might be normal for the medical profession but I certainly couldn't cope with that. 16 hours and I start going up the wall. I'm definitely an 8 hours sleep a night person... and I turn into Mr Hyde if I don't get it (the trad version, not James Nesbitt).
They reckon that if you can't sleep you should get up and go do something else for awhile. Dunno. Thats ok in summer but stuff it in winter. You should have given Mrs Steve a nudge...!!
Very saucy, Amanda... besides which I did that over the weekend...! ;-)
A 26-hour day includes the night's sleep! If you're up that little bit longer, you'll naturally feel more tired and get off to sleep more quickly!!
Ah, now it all makes sense! Thank you, TimeWarden. a 26 hour day does have some merits I must admit - 2 hours extra R&R time is always welcome!
i slept okay until around 2:30am...then i was wide awake and couldn't fall back asleep...i tried to drift off but could only think of things i needed to get done and home improvements needing done...drove me nuts so i got up and started typing...yeah im not completely nuts im not working this early!
Daisy, I sympathise, there's nothing worse than lying awake in the middle of the night listing all the things that you need to do during the day... I tend to sleep very well the night after a period of broken sleep: hopefully the same will happen for you... just got to get through the day in the meantime!
Ah yes, I felt grotty yesterday too. How odd (or ood maybe!).
I always get up and work if I can't sleep (well unless Geraldine is there) as at least then I feel something useful has been achieved.
Now don't think I haven't noticed how often you mention the lovely Mr Prescott these days.
What can I say, Gina, I like a man who can pack a good punch... and who has a lovely set of moobs...!
As a migraine sufferer, I have at a number of times in my life greatly desired to puke to relieve the pain of the migraine. However, I have never, ever managed it but I now feel fully prepared to puke at a moments notice.
The thought of John Prescott, condensed milk and a sick bowl makes me want to throw up now,even without having a migraine!
Way too much detail on the part of John Prescott.
Hi Ally, I must admit I doubt very much that Carnation (or whatever company manufactures condensed milk) will be using John Prescott in future advertizing campaigns... makers of sick bowls, however, might...!
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