I had a grand total of 3 hours and 42 minutes of sleep last night, probably even less because I don’t sleep immediately my head hit the pillow.
During my hour long train journey back to the Coast last night, my brain suddenly struck on something. I had a business idea that I know will work. It is most likely not going to happen in another year because I badly want to finish my Masters but it WILL happen. I’m superstitious so I don’t want to even hint what it is before I do any real work in case I jinx it.
My brain was working on overdrive last night. Hero being in bed by the time I got home just convinced me this idea was meant to be. Usually he’s up waiting for me and we’d have a bit of a chat before going to bed. Had this happened last night, I wouldn’t have the time to sit down and actually draft a business plan. I went to bed very late and still woke up at 4am this morning to pack Hero’s lunch.
You know, sometimes I really don’t know why I do this. It’s not as if my boyfriend is a 7 year old primary school kid that I need to pack lunch for. I’m pretty sure his world will not end if I decide to sleep in and not pack him lunch. I know he can easily buy his own lunch if I didn’t wake up to pack him any. He never indicates that I should always do it for him. But I’m stubborn. I’m adamant.
I’m not even sure why I am! I guess I’m a complex Penguin, like how complex my fats are.
So I woke up this morning as Hero’s alarm screamed like a banshee. I jumped out of bed, packed Hero’s lunch and sat down to work again on it. This is significant because I just usually kick Hero out of bed whenever his annoying alarm rings, and sleep another 15 minutes. Or so.
But today I was in between excitement and urgentness. I didn’t want to lose the ideas and the sooner I get it on paper, out of my head and out of my way for the moment, I can quieten my brain. I need to get 98% of it done by tonight because tomorrow and Sunday is my only off days this week, and I want tomorrow to be catch-up-on-sleep days. God knows, I really, really, really need sleep. This week along, I have subsisted on less than 4 hours sleep everyday.
I haven’t told Hero about it yet because I don’t want his excitement buzzing me, and in turn buzz me the whole weekend. Worse, he’d bounce the idea to P, who would get excited as well, and who would drive the three of us to buzzmania the whole weekend. I know they’d be buzzing, because the business idea came indirectly from the both of them! The things they say, the things they wished for. Oh, the possibilities!
I have a six page task list to do, questions to answers and things to figure out. It’s only 7.30am and already my brain is exhausted!
I’ve been working everyday in Brisbane this week except for Friday and Sunday. I’m one of those unlucky people who will have to wake up at 5am Saturday to make the hour long commute to Brisbane just to go to work. Drats. I was asked if I’d rather do opening, or closing on Saturday and I choose opening. This way I’ll be back in the Gold Coast by noon and I can sleep my ass off til Sunday morning if need be.
Why do I always get an influx of shifts everytime I get back to work from sick days?
I’m making sure I’ll only work a 2 day week next week. I’m supposed to be on a holiday, for crying out loud! I am, for 3 months from my ‘proper’ job. As soon as I was, I got bored with holiday and got in touch with my former boss to ask if he have very short, temporary gigs for me. I asked for short gigs and now it looks like I’m gradually returning to almost full-time…WHICH IS NOT WHAT I WANT! Blame me for working with a boss who is opening two restaurants this year AND buying another franchise. To him, me asking if he has anything for me was fortunate. It’s hard to train people into the system and since me, they have been through no less than 8 more people who either didn’t last or didn’t match.
When I ‘came back’ he practically handed everything to me like the old days so he can run off and oversee the expansion of his business. :s Don’t get me wrong, I like being given that much trust and free reign BUT I wasn’t trying to go to work when I called him. I was just trying to find something to do to pass time and earn a little bit of chocolate money.
I should try to get a little bit of sleep now. Otherwise I’d be walking around with an annoyed rage in me the whole day.
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