{recent cup of joe}
After five nights of working 3rd shift I realized something:
I am not a night person.
The truth hit home was when a guy (who usually sees me during the day when I am ms. upbeat and perky!) popped his head into my office at 8am, burst out laughing, and exclaimed: "You look like death warmed over!" What?!?! A rotting corpse? Me? Nawww...can't be. Then I looked in the bathroom mirror: hair sticking up, face pale, eyeliner smudged.
Yup. Death warmed over.
Oh well. It is not a beauty contest. It's a job. That I really like.
Besides..
...it gives me an excuse to drink obscene amounts of coffee.
