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Monday, June 25, 2012

The Chronicles of 2-Hour Sleep Whitney

Recently, I suffered one of my bouts of insomnia, and while I do find a marathon of 48 Hours Mystery on Discovery ID better entertainment than the non-stop infomercials I used to have to watch, it usually does not bode well for my attitude the next day.


Unfortunately for my coworkers (as well as the rest of the world) the "next day" was last Friday...


7:00-7:54am: Honked at 1 car, used "adult language" at 4.


7:56am: Mentally mocked pants... and judged the wearer of them.


Colored pants. I get it's a popular trend - and we're doing it better than when I wore them as a kid - but I draw the line at colored men's pants.
Yes I took a picture.


8:30am: Assisted in the ritualistic hazing of a coworker who dared forget Friday breakfast. (Chick-fil-A was served later as penance for this...)


8:44am: Texted my mom a snarky message about something I saw on Facebook. My mom gets 2-hour sleep Whitney.


9:16am: Shushed a coworker trying to instigate...


9:23ish am: Found another coworker to complain about colored pants up there. Indulged in conversation regarding the topic leaving coworker with a mission to find colored pants to mentally judge him as well.


10am: Forgot what a question was mid-answer.


10:20am: First fist shake at inanimate object.


11:04am: Second fist shake at inanimate object - threatened to throw computer out the 15th floor window.


12:30pm: Received a recommendation to make use of one of the company nap rooms...


1:22pm: Figured I'd been fairly evil based on 12:30 update so I held the door at the elevator to get some good karma points back. Immediately regretted decision when person held up the elevator to finish a ridiculous conversation. Evil-doing secured for the rest of the day.


1:28pm: Whole Food energy drink mission complete.


1:30-4:00pm: Spent the majority of the afternoon in solitary confinement thinking evil thoughts...


4:20pm: That didn't keep me from IMing though...


Time not noted: But somewhere in there coworker found colored pants and assisted in judgement.


Drive home: Honked at 3 cars, lost count of "adult language" occurrences.




I didn't make anyone cry though... So all said and done... a fairly tame day for 2-hour sleep Whitney.