Aug 25
The Bane of My Existance
Business hours. Seriously. Screw you “9 to 5.”
I mean, I don’t want to run on those hours anyway but, even if I did, my insomnia would stop me but for the rest of the world, those who do work business hours, when are they supposed to get their shit done when they’re working? It just.. doesn’t make sense. But for me, the only time I’m awake during those hours, I’m dead tired because my body and mind won’t let me have a normal schedule. It’s not safe to drive nor am I thinking clearly. Bleh.
I am definitely missing living in a larger city where things were open a little later.
This post is brought to you by the letter “I” for “I need to go to the post office and bank.”
I know how you feel. I’ve always lived in a 9-5 town and it really sucks. When I got to stay where I could go to the store or do things at 10PM I was so excited. The rest of the world needs to be nocturnal.
Ugh, 9-5 hours annoy the snot out of me. On a related note, I live in a small, rural town where I swear the sidewalks roll up at 5pm. The grocery store closes at SIX O’ CLOCK on Saturdays, and isn’t even open on Sundays. What the hell?!