Being a Vampire is Not Like the Movies…
So, back in the day, I recall working all day long, then going home, taking a shower after going to the gym possibly and then out to dinner with the guys. After dinner it was off to the clubs, then home by 4AM, and up by 5:30 or 6AM for PT (physical training). And the day started all over again. Out of a week, I might have gotten two nights with eight hours of sleep and then a nap here and there on the weekends depending upon what was happening. But I could do this for weeks on end. It may have been because I was in the best shape of my life, and I was young, and my body could take the abuse. Today things are much different.
These days I work a shitty job at night (this is a common theme so far, and yes I am working very hard to change the situation) which forces me to sleep during the day. I recall one time in my life where I had to sleep sitting up, in the mud with rain coming down on me with only a poncho to cover me. I was in the Army, and I recall that those few hours of sleep were wonderful. I had been up and awake for pretty much three days straight at that time. There were other rough sleeping conditions, but that one always stands out in my mind. My Dad told me he slept in a swamp standing up in Ranger school propped up against a tree. I never believed him until I made the parallel to my sleeping event.
Today however, I come home and have a hard time sleeping during the day. I know it is psychological, because if you are tired enough you can sleep almost anywhere as has been cited above. However, I am a professional, who is expected to perform in an office environment at off hours, and on top of that I have other responsibilities. So during the day when vampires are sleeping, normal people are conducting business, taking care of their family, spending time with their kids and their wives, and doing things in the yard, and around the house. I come home and have to sleep.
So at first when I started this crappy job I knew I was going to have a problem with sleep. I have a hard time taking a nap on those lazy Sunday afternoons, even after some good sex. I must tell you I did not volunteer for this job, nor did I seek it out, I was simply drafted by management three levels above me. They had a need, and they said, hey get Jay, he can do it. So they went to another organization, made a trade, like I was some fucking baseball player, and said ok Jay, you are working for our team now. This is what you are going to be doing, and oh yeah, it’s at night. I basically had no fucking choice, other than to walk out.
Now, I have to make an admission, I came quietly because I let myself be duped. They said, hey… just try the night thing and if it doesn’t work out we will swap you out.” Like what the fuck was I thinking? Corporate America is out to make money, it doesn’t give a shit about its employees, and the cogs of the machine will fuck you as soon as help you. That is just how CA works. If you choose to be a CA pawn then you have to expect to be bent over and expect little to no lube. I did, and so today I am sitting here at fucking 12:33 AM bitching about being a Vampire. Wouldn’t be bad if I was sucking the blood of some hottie and stealing away with fortunes of money, but I am just turning white and pasty in cube Hell!
So at first, I was talking to a buddy of mine about my sleeping problem. Oh, yeah, I should point out there are kids running around our house all the time, from under two years old to 13 come late afternoon. All total, at any given time, there could be five to six kids in my house with no basement. Not really the ideal situation for daytime sleeping. My buddy says no problem man, next thing I know, I am coming home in the morning smoking out. Sweet blissful sleep came upon me with little trouble. The problem, I would still wake up five, six or seven hours later feeling completely un-rested and dreading my upcoming night. I stopped doing that in January for two reasons. For one, I realized this job was going nowhere fast, and secondly I read an article about marijuana and sleep where I learned deep REM is not achieved, thus I would always feel un-rested and my body truly does not get good sleep.
At that point, I realized I need to get the THC out of my system and get some good sleep. I tried to do it the natural way, then gave up, and off to the doctor’s office. So these days I am an ambien junkie, well only the days I have to sleep. Funny thing is, I can sleep perfectly on my days off where I sleep like a normal person.
So here I sit, on yet another busllshit call, where the dog seems to be chasing its tail.
Now as I come on tonight, I have a lingering cold, one of many since starting this job. Frustrated that my many resume’s have not been answered, that the three interviews I have recently been on turned up nothing, and once again defining and identifying my real friends and buddies.
This whole entry is about me bitching and complaining. I am doing the same mindless dribble that tends to hack me off about other blogs. So at this point I am going to close. I need to do a few things and then I am going to attempt to post another entry. This one about my wife, Mimi.
These days I work a shitty job at night (this is a common theme so far, and yes I am working very hard to change the situation) which forces me to sleep during the day. I recall one time in my life where I had to sleep sitting up, in the mud with rain coming down on me with only a poncho to cover me. I was in the Army, and I recall that those few hours of sleep were wonderful. I had been up and awake for pretty much three days straight at that time. There were other rough sleeping conditions, but that one always stands out in my mind. My Dad told me he slept in a swamp standing up in Ranger school propped up against a tree. I never believed him until I made the parallel to my sleeping event.
Today however, I come home and have a hard time sleeping during the day. I know it is psychological, because if you are tired enough you can sleep almost anywhere as has been cited above. However, I am a professional, who is expected to perform in an office environment at off hours, and on top of that I have other responsibilities. So during the day when vampires are sleeping, normal people are conducting business, taking care of their family, spending time with their kids and their wives, and doing things in the yard, and around the house. I come home and have to sleep.
So at first when I started this crappy job I knew I was going to have a problem with sleep. I have a hard time taking a nap on those lazy Sunday afternoons, even after some good sex. I must tell you I did not volunteer for this job, nor did I seek it out, I was simply drafted by management three levels above me. They had a need, and they said, hey get Jay, he can do it. So they went to another organization, made a trade, like I was some fucking baseball player, and said ok Jay, you are working for our team now. This is what you are going to be doing, and oh yeah, it’s at night. I basically had no fucking choice, other than to walk out.
Now, I have to make an admission, I came quietly because I let myself be duped. They said, hey… just try the night thing and if it doesn’t work out we will swap you out.” Like what the fuck was I thinking? Corporate America is out to make money, it doesn’t give a shit about its employees, and the cogs of the machine will fuck you as soon as help you. That is just how CA works. If you choose to be a CA pawn then you have to expect to be bent over and expect little to no lube. I did, and so today I am sitting here at fucking 12:33 AM bitching about being a Vampire. Wouldn’t be bad if I was sucking the blood of some hottie and stealing away with fortunes of money, but I am just turning white and pasty in cube Hell!
So at first, I was talking to a buddy of mine about my sleeping problem. Oh, yeah, I should point out there are kids running around our house all the time, from under two years old to 13 come late afternoon. All total, at any given time, there could be five to six kids in my house with no basement. Not really the ideal situation for daytime sleeping. My buddy says no problem man, next thing I know, I am coming home in the morning smoking out. Sweet blissful sleep came upon me with little trouble. The problem, I would still wake up five, six or seven hours later feeling completely un-rested and dreading my upcoming night. I stopped doing that in January for two reasons. For one, I realized this job was going nowhere fast, and secondly I read an article about marijuana and sleep where I learned deep REM is not achieved, thus I would always feel un-rested and my body truly does not get good sleep.
At that point, I realized I need to get the THC out of my system and get some good sleep. I tried to do it the natural way, then gave up, and off to the doctor’s office. So these days I am an ambien junkie, well only the days I have to sleep. Funny thing is, I can sleep perfectly on my days off where I sleep like a normal person.
So here I sit, on yet another busllshit call, where the dog seems to be chasing its tail.
Now as I come on tonight, I have a lingering cold, one of many since starting this job. Frustrated that my many resume’s have not been answered, that the three interviews I have recently been on turned up nothing, and once again defining and identifying my real friends and buddies.
This whole entry is about me bitching and complaining. I am doing the same mindless dribble that tends to hack me off about other blogs. So at this point I am going to close. I need to do a few things and then I am going to attempt to post another entry. This one about my wife, Mimi.
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