More training more tiring

More training at work today. Yup, this one was great, really learned something. You know how it is, sitting in an auditorium watching someone pretend to purchase something on a test version of a computer system. Yeah, I always just soak up the learning like a sponge when I’m watching someone else click click clickety away with their mouse. Really the best way to learn any new computer application is to watch from the back of the room at a slightly too small LCD projection. Hands on learning is for pussies.

I wonder if there is a connection between mind-numbing training for days at work and my fucked up sleep patterns. I suppose it could also be the vacation on another coast, but I’m going with the training.

Lately, I’ve been unable to fall asleep when I want to and consequently struggle to get up, even though the last few days I’ve had to force myself to be up about an hour earlier than usual. The worst is I started to drift whilst talking on the telephone last night with M. That’s never happened, and I’ve listened to the man talking for marathon sessions hours at a time. I felt bad in a very hanging in Gethsemane kind of way. I wanted to be alert, but I couldn’t physically do it. I’ll feel really, really bad if it turns out some guards came and arrested him after I went to sleep.

My big plan was to catch up on some sleep and relaxation this weekend, along with getting some chores and whatnot done. But, that is not meant to be. Sadly, my friend’s brother died. They were pretty close, and I’m pretty close to her, so I’ll be hanging out in Southern, ME this weekend. It’s probably going to be slightly weird for me, since they are off the same kind of weird, stoic, martyred stock that I hail from (and deliberately try not to be like). It should go without saying, but I’ll say it anyway, the weirdness I feel is absolutely nothing next to the sadness and loss their family is experiencing. He was 60 years old and leaves his wife and two daughters. It’s times like these, that a tiny bit of me wishes I believed in prayer.

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