7:00am: “Joe?! The power went out last night.. what time are you supposed to be at work for?” This is what I wake up to, mothers voice reverberating in my head as she yells from down the hall, two floors up. I already know the power went out, I was up when it happened the first time. I figured it would again.. “Go away” I reply. No response is the right response.
9:26am: It’s actually 8:10, my clock is wrong. I wake up and realize I’ve must’ve had a rough night, again. My shirt is stuck to, wrapped almost all the way to backwards, and it’s soaked with sweat. Maybe I was trying to escape some insane jungle, I don’t know, I don’t remember my dreams anymore. All my dreams seem to fade the older I get.
8:11am: I get out of bed and head upstairs. I almost fall, my knee still hurts.. I forgot about that. I limp the rest of the way and fall into the couch. I flip channels on the TV until I decide there is nothing on. It doesn’t take long.
8:18am: I drag myself out of the couch and into the kitchen where I make toast. It’s the majority of my diet. Bread plus peanut butter equals life. Most people can’t screw up making toast, it’s the universal breakfast. Sick? have dry toast. Healthy? Have….wet toast?
8:33am: Toast was good, It usually is. By good I mean as good as peanut butter soaked toast can be. I head downstairs, leaving my plate on the table.
8:34am: I check my email, notice a few emails I care to read, and delete the spam. Reading the emails I see that someone has replied to a post I made on their facebook wall, and another replies to a message, again on facebook. I respond to one, but not the other. The other can wait.
8:40am: Shit, Shower, Shave. The staples of modern society. Pardon the language.
9:00am: Head to work.
9:10am: Get to work. Before I go in I look at the building and consider turning back around.
9:11am: Go inside, up the stairs, up the other stairs, punch in my magical access code and go in the office. “Hi..” is all I hear. I only half believe that they know who I am. A smile and a wave given and received from the sender of the replied to facebook message. I sit at my desk, and turn on the computer, actually the monitor, the computer never turns off. I go to log in and decide to change my password first. One day I will go home from that job and never go back, but I will leave the password for them to get important files etc.
9:20am-11:55am: I check my email, search something on google. Repeat.
11:56am: I decide to go to lunch. I’m not hungry, but I’m also falling asleep. The popeyes the guy next to me is eating smells amazing. So I decide to get some.
12:05pm: Waiting in line at Mcdonald’s for my Three plain burgers and my medium coke. I got in the car and I guess I didn’t like the idea of chicken..
12:34pm: Back at the office, late coming back from my early lunch. Noone comments, I don’t think anyone knows who I am.
4:55pm: I decide to go home early since most people are gone and they aren’t going to try to prove I left.. As I left someone was complaining that other people didn’t get something done. We call that ‘misdirection’ in magic. All it took was timing and I was in my car.
4:59pm: I love only ten or fifteen minutes from work, but I take the long way home and it usually takes about thirty or forty-five. I take the long way home because it makes me feel involved. It’s the interaction I need to stay sane, or, sane for me. I nod at other drivers and let them in. Construction sites make the traffic crawl. Rush hour, major road, half closed due to construction. I open the windows, I open the sunroof. I turn up the music to one notch below ‘uncomfortably loud’. The old people glare, the young people don’t notice, the middle aged individuals provide an nod of acknowledgment. I crawl my way downtown, and as I turn the corner and pull to a light, I notice a young lady running to make the cross walk. She isn’t going to make the light and will have to wait. She makes eye contact with me and I wave her across just seconds before the ‘don’t walk’ light comes on. She smiles and thanks me. I’ve made her day.
5:35pm: I get home, I go to the bathroom, I take off my annoying polo. I still have my other shirt on.. I’ve always worn t-shirts, other fabrics annoy me, so I always ware a t-shirt underneath. I sit and I type this up..
Tonight I will read, eat, read and go to bed. Tomorrow? Same Ol’ Same Ol’
