Ass-out tired

I'm a Monday-through-Friday drone now.

XYZ, Inc. is pretty good except for the fucked up hours -- I work from 5:30 a.m. to 2 p.m.

But I get benefits.
I have health insurance.
I get paid EARLY.
I trust our payroll department to do direct deposit.
I can make overtime.
There's lots of room for advancement.
With OT, I know I make more than certain other folks.

But really, the best thing is that I'm starting to be pretty decent at my job, and at XYZ, Inc., they reward you for doing good work.

I miss some of the people from Corporation X, but not many of them. Just like I know I'm missed by a few, but not many. Time and distance are an amazing measurement of friendship and loyalty.

Sure, it goes both ways, but true colors are true colors.

Anyway, I'm tired. I'm thrilled to be going to bed at around 8 each night.

Humans really aren't designed to wake up at 4 a.m. But I suspect if I keep working hard, I'll get a new schedule, some day.

Until then, we'll keep counting down to the weekend. It's nice to have those again.