I'm feeling terribly out of sorts today, and intimately aware of what time it is back in Edmonton, what time it is here, and what I'm doing right now, which is as close to nothing as to be hardly worth the difference.
I hate having days off, sometimes, because I never know what to do with myself the next day I work.
Basically, I slept away as much of the afternoon as I could, then woke up and realized that I really shouldn't go out and do much of anything at all, because I should sleep if I can and eat or something, which means I'm just *sitting here* and trying not to go slowly mad, with no one to call. I'd call someone at home, but it's the middle of the day, and most of them should be at work, or busy, or something.
It's really strange, and I hate it, but it's not like things would be so much different if I were at home. It's always strange, working graves. I never quite know what to do with myself.
Which of course leads to my current ponderings. I have a job interview on Friday for a job that pays slightly more than this one, is full time days with weekends off, and is working in a university setting. (Doesn't that make it sound much more interesting than registering students for school?)
Of course, with my current job, Kenny and I write the schedule together, so I can have whatever days off I want, a good chunk of the night is spent doing whatever the hell I want, because the audit only takes until 2 a.m. and I'm paid till 7, and I really do like my coworkers.
Oh well, it's just an interview, it's not like I have to make a decision right now.