Yellow Snow Suite -- that's Yellow Snow and St. Alphonso's Pancake Breakfast -- in Passaic, NJ, 1978.
Yet another upload by tomtiddler1.
Yellow Snow Suite -- that's Yellow Snow and St. Alphonso's Pancake Breakfast -- in Passaic, NJ, 1978.
Yet another upload by tomtiddler1.
If there's one thing unemployment does, it's fuck with your routine.
When I was working it was pretty well set -- get up at 6 AM, shower, pour coffee and water, grab a frozen lunch and a breakfast bar, go to work for eight hours, come home, work out.
In theory, my current schedule should be something like get up at 8 AM, pour coffee, look for work, eat breakfast, shower, look for work some more, work out. But as you might expect, the order of these things tends to vary a bit.
Slept until 10 this morning, then looked for work until about noon. Then, as I was cooking breakfast, I got a call from my agency; they told me I didn't get the last job but there's a new one open -- a new one that requires a whole lot of paperwork.
So then I spent maybe 3 hours putting together my college transcript and letters of recommendation and filling out a buggy-ass PDF form that doesn't show text in half the fields after it's entered.
Then I worked out.
And only then -- around 4 PM -- did I finally get to shower.
I don't want to make a habit of that. Thing is, I'm not likely to make a habit of much of anything -- every day is different, and it's impossible to maintain a consistent schedule the way I did when I had a set place to be for 8 hours a day, 5 days a week.
Tomorrow? Who knows.