A conglomeration rant of nothingness.... basically my normal messy life

Glog!

That's my expletive/groan for the night. I have to psych myself into going to a birthday party. No really. I was excited to go until one word...beer. No make that two words. CHEAP BEER was advertised.

OK. So tonight is not the night you want me to discuss my issues with alcohol... I'll scare you away for ever and ever... just like every single male and (mostly) female I've ever met. I can name three friends who don't think I'm crazy for hating alcohol as much as I do. And none of us have boyfriends... or friends. Haha kidding! They all have plenty of friends. I'm the only one struggling... although... facebook does tell me I have over 700 friends. Never mind facebook. We already went over the tenuous position social media has on friendship.

Anyway, I'm blabbing. This is what happens when you work 12 hour shifts... I told you my writing would deteriorate quickly. But seriously, you have no idea what it's like to pick up a team of 5 patients, discharge 2, turn over the remaining 3 in order to pick up another 3 at 3pm, all of whom you have to assess and then haul over to another unit by 7pm. I mean haul too... have you ever seen a hospital bed? Picture that with a 200lb+ patient in it... and then put skinny little 5 ft me behind it!!!!! Thank you for that mental picture.

What's worse, I can tell I'm getting old! My back hurts. Glog! I can't be getting old. What is this nonsense? Aches and pains? No comprendo. So I don't want to go to a birthday party to fend off loud, overfriendly, uncreative expletive using, stupid conversationalists. And yes I realize I sound like a complete jerk. It's the introvert coming out. Sighs. Maybe the optimist will come back if I leave the introvert alone for a while... #Multiplepersonalitydisorder... but not really.

OK now maybe I've psyched myself into the motivation to clean up, dress up, make a treat, and go to the party for 15 minutes before I have to leave to go to bed so I can go to work again tomorrow. Glog...

#Lifeafterwork #Cheapbeer #Gettingold #Introvert