Tai Chi Latte Tired

Back when I worked at a bookstore, I got so good and figuring out what book or author someone was looking for that I could "name that tune" in three notes...My guess is that baristas are so used to dealing with sleepy/under-caffeinated folk that it becomes second nature to hear some garbled phrase and repeat back what they think you really meant.

Thank you barista for A) waiting for another time to giggle at my order, and B) using your barista-fu to get me a Chai Tea Latte, and C) giving me the realization that I now have a new phrase to describe just how tired I am.  I am counting it up there with "Michael-Douglas-Falling-Down-Mad."

Today's Tai-Chi-Tired day is brought to you by jumbled and awful dreams which included a WORKING A FULL DAY AT WORK dream that I think should count on my time card.  Really it should.

Remember back when I said I was ready for a change?  For something new?  I LIED. Really.  Make it all go away...it's like that Chinese proverb (or is it? Chinese I mean?) Be careful what you wish for?  Or the Terry Pratchett (which might also be Asian but hi, TIRED), "May you live in interesting times" curse/wish?

I am still in my same daily drudgery, but on top of that, I have been given more duties, temporarily, of course, until we figure out how to handle the new tasks among the folk that are here.  Or, gasp, pleeeaaase...they actually let us hire a new person.  Toss in the yearly audit and I'm done.  No, scratch that, beyond done.  I am the charred up piece that falls through the grill to the side of the coals to become that desiccated piece of  wasted thing.

Sorry, apparently I become a little hyperbolic when there is not enough rest in my life.