January 24, 2007
Yesterday, we had a bank-wide operations meeting at corporate. I don't know if it was the nearly two-hour door-to-door commute each way or just some atmospheric stupidness, but I had the most killer headache known to man. I cancelled my dinner plans and fell right to sleep on the couch by 6:30.
Around 9, I pulled myself up off the couch, took off my suit from work, and fell into bed. Then I realized I hadn't taken a picture yet. So I got up, stumbled out into the kitchen, and took a picture of the first thing I saw, which happened to be... the window. With the pool behind it. Not at all the coolest thing in the world, but I totally didn't care.
I slept nearly 12 hours, which I don't think I've ever done, ever. I slept in my make-up and jewelry and the shirt I wore to work. And I still have the damn headache. If it wasn't for the fact my teller supervisor is in training today and one of the tellers has the day off, I'd definitely call in sick. Maybe I'll leave early. If I can.
Around 9, I pulled myself up off the couch, took off my suit from work, and fell into bed. Then I realized I hadn't taken a picture yet. So I got up, stumbled out into the kitchen, and took a picture of the first thing I saw, which happened to be... the window. With the pool behind it. Not at all the coolest thing in the world, but I totally didn't care.
I slept nearly 12 hours, which I don't think I've ever done, ever. I slept in my make-up and jewelry and the shirt I wore to work. And I still have the damn headache. If it wasn't for the fact my teller supervisor is in training today and one of the tellers has the day off, I'd definitely call in sick. Maybe I'll leave early. If I can.