Knock Me Out

I'm sure most of you had days when you've been loaded with so many things. Days when you thought 24 hours was just way too short. And then there are days that are so awesome that you wish that that moment could have been longer.

What happens after a long day? You crash. Crash on your comfy bed, hug your pillow and have a nice long sleep. My past few days have been busy both with work and with extracurricular stuff like hanging out with friends,



working out, etc. Naturally with busy days the first thing you'd wanna do when you get home is go off to dreamland.

Strangely, despite being busy, I have had a bad case of insomnia. I toss and turn in bed. I have my eyes closed and I hug my teddy but still, my mind is awake and alert and I don't feel the least bit tired. I check the time and it's already 2:30am. I start to panic because I need to get up and get ready for work by 5:30am. I have 3 hours left before I need to get up. Then I doze off to sleep. But that's just for 2-3 hours or so. Then I'm up and about again.

I don't feel lifeless or sleepy. I'm still really energetic at work, but I did notice that my patience seems to be on a low. I'm not as understanding as I normally would be and little things start to annoy me. And then, there are my eyebags! Not a pretty sight! I don't want people to start asking me if I had gotten in a fight or something.

I've been lacking sleep for about a week now. Oh Dreamland, please come visit me soon!

I'm afraid lack of sleep will make me crankier and turn me into a Zombie

No Man Is An Island

For the past 2 weeks, I've had a client visit the office almost every single day. This client is not your typical client. She is autistic. Lets call her by the name Jessica. Jessica is 30 years old but has the mental capacity of a 6 year old. She is obese and every now and then she drools. She talks like a baby and seems super sweet. She is pretty good with names and faces. I met her along with my other co-workers and much to my surprise she got everyone's names down pretty quickly. She walked into our office with the greeting "Hi, will you be my friend?" The first day she brought in boxes of Krispy Kreme donuts from her trip. She passed around the boxes for everyone to divulge the yummy yummy treats.

The next few times she came by the office, she insisted on talking to one of the other girls from our company who was in a different office. Let's call that lady Lea. Lea avoided Jessica at all cost. Lea mentioned to us how Jessica was starting to stalk her, showing up at her house and then calling up at odd hours.

Jessica would come into our office just so she could call Lea. She cried and made a scene since Lea would have nothing to do with her. She was saying that she was a good girl and that all she wanted was her friend. Then she seemed like a whole different person, cuss words started flying out of her mouth and she looked really violent, like an angry gorilla.

We called her mom and her mom told us that Jessica's been like that before. There was a time that she was really obsessed with one of her teachers, showing up at her teacher's house and calling at odd hours and throwing tantrums. To the point that the teacher had to resign from her job and move to a different place.

I felt super bad for Jessica. How I wanted to comfort her, but part of me says no, I must stay away from her. She is very possessive and she does not take no for an answer. She started pulling on the other girl's arm, nagging her to call Lea and find a way for them to speak to each other. This happened 2 days ago and up to now the other girl still has marks on her arm.

Jessica looked at me with tears in her eyes and her face red as a tomato. She got emotional saying that no one wanted to be her friend.

I couldn't help but wonder, what kind of family she has. I know it might be unfair to blame her family. But why on earth would they allow her to go out unsupervised. And it seems that she craves love and attention so badly. Is it that she is not getting this at home? Jessica comes from a prominent business family. Maybe her parents are so wrapped up in business that they forget to provide emotional security for Jessica.

I'd love to be friends with her, but something says no. Something is holding me back. I fear that what she did with the other girls she might do to me.

Feeling Icky!

Last night we threw a surprise birthday party for my brother's girlfriend. It was a lot of fun, lots of good food and great company. After the party we went to a bar and continued on with our girl talk and just hanging out. It was a great few hours and then things weren't so great.

The table right next to us was occupied by a younger age group. You know how the young college kids are, always experimenting and always so eager to drink and to impress. Drinking is fine by me, as long as you don't drink over your limits. Sure I've had my share of being drunk as a pirate, but I'm proud to say that I've always been good with holding down my barf reflex till I got home. hehehehe. I've always just done the plank walk, you know how you hold your arms out and walk in zigzags from having so much to drink. That's college life for ya. Been there, done that.

So anyhoodles.... The young bunch had too much to drink. One of them had the nerve to buy me a drink. Well, it was Margarita. So I went ahead and drank it. Afterall I didn't want to shoot down the poor kid's ego. So anyhow, he was making his way over to our table when he just all the sudden threw up. Yup! He threw up. And some of the gunk from his vomit splashed on to my leg! EwwwwwWwwww! All I had was a kleenex, my bottle of alcohol was already empty. Grrr!

When I looked up the fella was gone. I'm sure he was embarrassed. I was a bit pissed with this outdoor bar that we went to because the staff didn't even bother to have the janitor clean up after the mess. The smell of vomit was making it's way down my nostrils and I could feel my stomach starting to churn. Just when I couldn't have felt more grossed out, a stray cat walked by our table, stopped in front of the vomit and started licking the vomit! Ewwww! So disgusting. I shoooo'd the cat away! What a disgusting sight!

I got home at almost 3 am and just crashed. I woke up at 9:45am and was about to get into the shower. And well...just my luck again. Turns out, there's a water interruption! Water interruption started last night at 10pm of Saturday until 4pm of Sunday! What?! Just when I was feeling super duper icky, I realize I can't get into the shower because there's no water!

As I am typing this blog post, I can still smell vomit! Gross. Ok, sorry guys, but I'm going to pack my bags really quick and am seriously going to check in to a hotel for a couple hours just so I can shower.