Partial Timeline of the Last Few Days
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howeverbriefSaturday (6/5/11) begins at 10:00 a.m. Around midnight, things start to get pretty dicey.
6/6/11
1:00 a.m.(ish): I overhear one of my coworkers claim to be so tired, she's nauseated. I realize I feel the exact same way.
1:20 a.m.: Amanda-- "I'm feeling angry tired, unlike some people here who are giggly tired. They're just making me mad."
1:25 a.m.: Jill-- "Can you believe this? And those stupid emails* they keep sending. They're not even funny."
(*Emails about when the houses adjourned which included pictures of people with terrible jobs with the caption, "I will never complain about my job ever again." Yeah, those were pretty lame.)
2:15 a.m.: Leave for home. It's pouring out. I briefly hope it floods so we won't have to come back in. No such luck.
2:30 a.m.: Make lunch, feed cats, and feel bad for leaving them home alone so much.
3:00-7:00 a.m.: Sleep, sort of.
7:50 a.m.: Look at my car as I'm leaving for work and realize there are still raindrops on it that hadn't dried from when I came home from work. That's just wrong.
9:00 a.m.: Amanda-- "I was angry tired last night, but now I just feel numb tired, like I can't feel anything."
9:30 a.m.: Continued text conversation with Jason from night before-- "It's easy to find the negative especially when most people who work in the industry are cynical"
Me-- "That sounds like a metaphor for life if I've ever heard one"
Most of the day: I experience waves of anger, giggliness, and numbness at various points of the day and form half-baked theories about why that is, most of which lead back to HOLY MOTHER I'm tired what the hell was I just thinking? I look around and see my coworkers in various states of the same cycles and try to laugh when things seem funny, even when they aren't funny in the least. Lots of jokes and strange little moments between all members of my hall (most of which are escaping me right now).
EDIT: Oh! Rhonda singing, "Hey, hey we're the proofers," a la The Monkees is pretty damn funny for some reason.
Also, Carrie came up to me and showed me the front page of a project we worked on together. Under why it was needed, it said, "For obvious reasons." Haha!
5:00 p.m.: Maura (our big boss lady) comes in and says she has gotten permission to close TSU the next day (Tuesday 6/7/11) so long as we don't mind taking comp or vacation time. None of us do. Annie (my boss) is excited she can go to her granddaughter's graduation from elementary school. Various plans (mostly involving sleeping in) are discussed even though we are still super busy. I joke that at least the light at the end of the tunnel isn't an oncoming train. The giddiness in the hallway dramatically increases.
5:30 p.m.: I decide to eat soup for dinner then find out they're bringing pizza and salad in for dinner. I eat my soup then the pizza and skip the salad. Bad, but delicious.
6:00 p.m. (or 7 or 8, I don't remember): Amanda-- "I'm now feeling giggly tired, like the people who were making me mad last night. Not sure how I feel about that?" Also, "Yeah, I don't know how much longer I can ride this roller coaster. Cry. Laugh. Vomit. Faint." (She said it better, but that's all I recall.) Have some ridiculous text conversation with Matt about dinner parties and monarchies.
6/7/2011
Near Midnight (or Somewhere in there): Julie-- "We could taste some tequilas." The comparison to New Year's Eve is mentioned in several different variations. (Don't know who brought it up initially.) Wish I had champagne and could go see them adjourn for myself, mostly because at that point, it doesn't seem real.
12:15 a.m.: Doris mentions there's only 45 minutes left until adjournment sine die. Other work filters in, but most of it goes to the second readers. I pretend to read magazines but can't really keep my eyes off the clock.
12:37 a.m.: Jan (typist's supervisor) says there's 33 minutes left, and I'm irritated for a second until she corrects herself.
12:55 a.m.: I remember I have a cupcake in my bag I stashed in there when I threw together my lunch the morning before. I rename it my "Session's over" cupcake and, though I've consumed a bazillion calories, eat it in celebration as I watch the clock count down.
1:20 a.m.: 1:00 hits, and we wait. Second readers are working on an emergency amendment and we hear the Senate isn't out yet, so it looks bad until Maura comes in-- "They're still yap yap yapping! They had all day to yap! They can't do anything now! Go home!"
And after a 17 hour day, I am home and have never felt so relieved. And home for more than six hours. Home on a rare Tuesday after working 16 days straight (two 80 hour weeks back to back and over 40 hours in the last three days). Home to sleep and good lord, maybe even shop for groceries or something besides work, before I have to go in at 8:00 a.m. and back to some kind of normal on Wednesday.
Home. Ahh, home. Let me go home. Home is wherever I'm with you.
6/6/11
1:00 a.m.(ish): I overhear one of my coworkers claim to be so tired, she's nauseated. I realize I feel the exact same way.
1:20 a.m.: Amanda-- "I'm feeling angry tired, unlike some people here who are giggly tired. They're just making me mad."
1:25 a.m.: Jill-- "Can you believe this? And those stupid emails* they keep sending. They're not even funny."
(*Emails about when the houses adjourned which included pictures of people with terrible jobs with the caption, "I will never complain about my job ever again." Yeah, those were pretty lame.)
2:15 a.m.: Leave for home. It's pouring out. I briefly hope it floods so we won't have to come back in. No such luck.
2:30 a.m.: Make lunch, feed cats, and feel bad for leaving them home alone so much.
3:00-7:00 a.m.: Sleep, sort of.
7:50 a.m.: Look at my car as I'm leaving for work and realize there are still raindrops on it that hadn't dried from when I came home from work. That's just wrong.
9:00 a.m.: Amanda-- "I was angry tired last night, but now I just feel numb tired, like I can't feel anything."
9:30 a.m.: Continued text conversation with Jason from night before-- "It's easy to find the negative especially when most people who work in the industry are cynical"
Me-- "That sounds like a metaphor for life if I've ever heard one"
Most of the day: I experience waves of anger, giggliness, and numbness at various points of the day and form half-baked theories about why that is, most of which lead back to HOLY MOTHER I'm tired what the hell was I just thinking? I look around and see my coworkers in various states of the same cycles and try to laugh when things seem funny, even when they aren't funny in the least. Lots of jokes and strange little moments between all members of my hall (most of which are escaping me right now).
EDIT: Oh! Rhonda singing, "Hey, hey we're the proofers," a la The Monkees is pretty damn funny for some reason.
Also, Carrie came up to me and showed me the front page of a project we worked on together. Under why it was needed, it said, "For obvious reasons." Haha!
5:00 p.m.: Maura (our big boss lady) comes in and says she has gotten permission to close TSU the next day (Tuesday 6/7/11) so long as we don't mind taking comp or vacation time. None of us do. Annie (my boss) is excited she can go to her granddaughter's graduation from elementary school. Various plans (mostly involving sleeping in) are discussed even though we are still super busy. I joke that at least the light at the end of the tunnel isn't an oncoming train. The giddiness in the hallway dramatically increases.
5:30 p.m.: I decide to eat soup for dinner then find out they're bringing pizza and salad in for dinner. I eat my soup then the pizza and skip the salad. Bad, but delicious.
6:00 p.m. (or 7 or 8, I don't remember): Amanda-- "I'm now feeling giggly tired, like the people who were making me mad last night. Not sure how I feel about that?" Also, "Yeah, I don't know how much longer I can ride this roller coaster. Cry. Laugh. Vomit. Faint." (She said it better, but that's all I recall.) Have some ridiculous text conversation with Matt about dinner parties and monarchies.
6/7/2011
Near Midnight (or Somewhere in there): Julie-- "We could taste some tequilas." The comparison to New Year's Eve is mentioned in several different variations. (Don't know who brought it up initially.) Wish I had champagne and could go see them adjourn for myself, mostly because at that point, it doesn't seem real.
12:15 a.m.: Doris mentions there's only 45 minutes left until adjournment sine die. Other work filters in, but most of it goes to the second readers. I pretend to read magazines but can't really keep my eyes off the clock.
12:37 a.m.: Jan (typist's supervisor) says there's 33 minutes left, and I'm irritated for a second until she corrects herself.
12:55 a.m.: I remember I have a cupcake in my bag I stashed in there when I threw together my lunch the morning before. I rename it my "Session's over" cupcake and, though I've consumed a bazillion calories, eat it in celebration as I watch the clock count down.
1:20 a.m.: 1:00 hits, and we wait. Second readers are working on an emergency amendment and we hear the Senate isn't out yet, so it looks bad until Maura comes in-- "They're still yap yap yapping! They had all day to yap! They can't do anything now! Go home!"
And after a 17 hour day, I am home and have never felt so relieved. And home for more than six hours. Home on a rare Tuesday after working 16 days straight (two 80 hour weeks back to back and over 40 hours in the last three days). Home to sleep and good lord, maybe even shop for groceries or something besides work, before I have to go in at 8:00 a.m. and back to some kind of normal on Wednesday.
Home. Ahh, home. Let me go home. Home is wherever I'm with you.
