After checking the time on my phone a few times during the night, I finally got up to make coffee at 5:30am. Around 9am, I decided to do laundry and make a small salad to eat ( yes I skipped eggs today).
While waiting for the laundry, I sat on my bed trying to figure out what I wanted to do for the next 5 hours before I had to leave for work. I still need to clean off the spare bed in my room and I have a scarf that I need to finish crocheting. But wasn’t in the mood to do either of those. So instead I just laid down to rest until laundry was done.
I don’t really sleep much, but even if I am awake then I have no energy or motivation to do anything productive. Someone needs to wave a magic wand over my head and turn me into the energizer bunny. Otherwise I could literally just lay on my bed all day playing backgammon and canasta on my tablet. When the highlight of a day and the only reason to wake up is to have coffee and play a game with a computer for 5 hours, then it’s time to find a new way to spend my day…or start taking sleeping pills again in the middle of the night just so I only wake up for work.
It’s days like this that I actually miss being homeless in Georgia. I am almost tempted to call the Twins at “The Well” to get the latest gossip from the neighborhood. Even though I spent a lot of time on my phone while I was at The Well, I got to see other people every day. The twins used to drive me crazy sometimes but they still get excited to hear from me and always ask if I am ever going back there. Weird how you can be homeless but have lots of people around to talk to or help in some way if you needed it, I miss walking around Norwich Street and the park by the river…but I am living in a house across the country with nobody to talk to and no place to walk to except work/starbucks and nothing to look forward to except coffee and backgammon.
People always think that if a homeless person gets a job and moves into a house, then they are moving up in the world. Well sure they will have money as long as they keep the job. But isn’t money supposed to be the root of all evil? What good is having money if you just turn into a hermit hiding in 1 bedroom all by yourself (except when you are working to make more money). What good is money if you have no way or no time to enjoy it. If having money equals happiness, then does that mean only rich people are Happy? Hmm, some rich celebrities don’t always seem so happy on the covers of all those trash papers that you can find by the check out lines in Walmart or some news site on the Internet. So if money doesn’t guarantee happiness, then what the hell does? I have money now, but looked forward to most days more when I was living in my broken-down car in Georgia.
Well I have wasted enough time today (Sunday) I need to get dressed for work. I get out of work tonight at 10pm and have to be back at 8:30 tomorrow morning. Won’t get much sleep tonight. But I like Monday mornings, cuz the store is always busy with deliveries. Actually I would not mind if they had me work from open-to- close. If I am awake anyways, then I might as well be at work doing something productive.