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Monday, July 05, 2004

Vacation no more.

Well, it's official; the vacation that started three days ago is now over. 72 hours it of pure, unadulterated vacation - time off from all the hassles of real life. A whopping 72 hours. Of which at least 20 were spent sleeping. All gone.

Like I said above (or below, rather), the heavy burden of next year's tuition is already pressing down on my shoulders. So, what do you do, being the (somewhat) self-sufficient student that you are? You sacrifice your hard-earned, well-deserved vacation to go working. In a stuffy warehouse. At night.

Yup, I worked the graveyard shift, last night. Eight long, loooong hours of stacking boxes onto a cart, stacking boxes onto a cart, and stacking boxes onto a cart. But, when it comes down to it, it's not so bad, really. The pay is good, as is the music, and I actually know some people there, so there's even someone to shoot the breeze with. Nothing to complain about, really.

But most of the time you're just on your own, in that big warehouse, with your carts. And believe me, when you're that alone, and you've been up for that long, your mind starts doing strange things.

The thing I do is this; I start talking to myself, first in my head, but within a short amount of time I'm whispering to myself. Odd, I know, but true. "And what do you tell yourself?", I hear you ask. Well, I'll tell you. I start telling myself things from my past (recent or distant, doesn't matter), as if I was relaying it to someone else - as if there was someone else there with me, listening to me telling these anecdotes from my life.

There never is, though.

Thank god I don't do it when other people are near, but by the end of this vacation that will undoubtably have happened more than once.

And yes, I, too, believe I am mad. Thanks for asking.

Cheers

2 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

I did the same rambling self-talk to myself when I was walking to my place at night. It was always quiet in the street at 1 or 2:00 am.

It sounds really scary when one talked to himself that way. And had the doubt whether one would go insane.

your consice description presented a so real picture that i thought I was there by myself in the that large 'spacious' warehouse, alone.

Very sorry to know that you worked so hard at night. Wish you be happy and well,
Take care,

12:08 pm  
Blogger Martin said...

Don't be sorry - they pay me good money for it. I even volunteered to work that night, and I will do so again, next week, given the opportunity.

I'm already curious which part of my not so very interesting life I'll talk about next time.

Thanks for reacting, and take care yourself, too.

Cheers

12:14 pm  

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