1/4/16
Another day of work, no S again. But the two bosses decided to show up together today, which means enough work to keep busy, which is good. Most of the day was spent thinking about rent and my check bouncing. The bank had double charged some visa transactions over the weekend (which of course was the most expensive item I had bought all week), had overdrawn before my paycheck went in (today) and therefore charged me an overdraft on top of double charging me. So I called the bank, and they assured (after pre-recorded message stating this happened to many customers) that it would be taken care of in the bank where the check was being cashed.
I took the 15 bus home, which was both late (20 minutes) and the stop had moved a block up since the new year.
I got home about 20:20 from cashing my check and getting picked up by E (a treat). We went to my house to watch Rick and Morty with T (my roommate), take a shower, and head off to sleep-land.
1/5/16
Woke up today very unmotivated and tired. It was a struggle to get out of my warm blanket cocoon, and into the frigid morning. I got to the shop only to find one other person, my boss. My other coworker had called off on account of something I found a bit, unconvincing. Like that, once more, I am doing the work of 2 people again until I am relieved by my later shift co-workers.
It was such a strange morning. So much so, that my boss asked me,
"You are a person who thinks, what is the meaning of life?"
Hilarious. [Kev recommendation: Ease someone into elaborate metaphysical questions, or you may pull a muscle.] I responded with as accurate an answer as could be finagled in such a sort span of time.
"Life is a meaningless search for meaning."
Needless to say, the conversation pretty much ended there and this one must 'right straight on'.
