I'm sitting here at my desk, bad coffee steaming in front of me. My co-workers are typing, talking on the phone, and doing anything to avoid getting started on the day's work. I keep checking the commission tracking site and, surprise surprise, it's not up for the 3rd day in a row. I forgot my headphones, otherwise I'd be listening to this month's guilty pleasure, Van Halen (plus Sammy Hagar, screw David Lee Roth). It's Thursday, which is better than Wednesday, but still lacking Friday's greatness. I have at least 19 more calls to make, and can't bring myself to pick up the phone. I don't even remember the drive to work, except for nearly falling asleep twice. Sad thing is, I slept 8 hours last night, and I'm still tired. Must be getting old. I think I smashed my finger during the night, my fingernail was red and irritated when I woke up this morning. And my eyes were practically crusted shut. Time to start taking out the contacts at night.
And I just can't stop yawning, which my boss hates to hear any one of us do. I don't want to be one of those old people who go to bed at 8 and get up at 4, but I know I need more sleep.
Sucks being a night owl with a day job. But what sucks worse is being a night owl without a job at all. Count your blessings.