Here are some random observations about working 24+ hour days at this place. (I can’t name where I work. There is seriously a staffer who checks blogs for references to the company.):
- You eat dinner around 8 or so. Then you just keep eating. The account people hook you up with all sorts of snacks. Sun Chips. Vegetables. Beef jerky. Trail mix. You eat and eat and eat and eat. Your stomach bloats, you can’t walk upright, but you don’t care ‘cause there’s a ton of free food. Then you eat breakfast around 8 a.m. because hey, it’s breakfast time.
- There’s a dude that works here who LOVES 80s music, but he waits until after midnight before he turns up the volume to 11. He’s blasting “Girls Just Wanna Have Fun.” I mean, loud. You can hear it across the agency. Love that guy. Seriously.
- I am listening to Pandora on my laptop through some amazing JBL speakers I am borrowing from a co-worker. You can also hear my music across the agency. I get bolder the later it gets. Some funny songs pop up. For example, I am listening to “Knight Jumps the Queen” by Annihilator.
- It’s impossible and completely false, but I believe it anyway: time goes faster between midnight and 6 a.m.
- Mosquitoes sneak into this place and bite you in the wee hours.
- No matter how late you work, you are never alone. There is always a poor unfortunate soul (or souls) working longer than you.
In other news, we recently moved to Firestone, Colorado. Nice place, actually. Small town, but I like it. Only two main problems. 1. It smells like poop. It’s farm land, so the town has an excuse. 2. There is no roller skating rink.
We are heading to Vegas in a few days for a baby blessing. Chanel said if I’m good during the car ride to Vegas we can go to Disneyland. Odds are 5:2 that I will get carsick at least once, and 2:1 that Lauren will barf. She’s a silent barfer, which is so lady-like.
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