Sleep and Sickness Never Happen at the Same Time

So I have a problem. When I'm feeling as sick as I am now, I can't sleep. It's not a normal whatever kind of cold or whatever, just bleh. I can usually sleep with that, because a bottle of Nyquil and two gallons of Coke is a combination from God.

The issue is that I get nauseated, and I can't sleep. My stomach is dancing around like Dane Cook on stage, and is just as obnoxious and annoying. So when I'm feeling this sick, we don't have anything in the house to combat it, so what do I do? I stay up, listening to stand-up comedy and playing NBA 2k8 on my PS2 until it goes away. If it doesn't go away, well, I'm screwed.

Regardless, sometimes, I manage to come up with ideas, though useless and irrelevant to anything that has ever existed.

For example, (trust me, you'll hate the following description) I was playing NBA, and I have a created player who has perfect scores in every single category (mid-range shooting, dunking, blocking, etc.). Well, I play on the hardest difficulty, and though I have this one perfect player, and a semi-stacked team, I still managed to lose games. And since I'm trying to get started in sports journalism, somewhat, and covering basketball games for my local newspaper (my dad's current job, but someone needs to cover the away games), I thought it would be interesting, at least slightly, to write sports articles about the games I play on my system.

Another example, what would happen is, I play a game and write things down as they happen, such as game-changing moments, etc. Then, afterwards, I write a however-many-word article about the game, the highlights and lowlights, being sure to talk about all the different blahbittybloo that happens in the game, whatever.

It may seem like a lame idea to you, and why I'm sharing it, I don't even know, but if I'm trying to at least pump up my writing ability, and get some experience, what better than a no-credentials-needed video game, played by me, where I can make up moments that happened in the game, et cetera and so forth.

I personally think this idea is just off the charts as far as my capacity goes for ideas. It's better than sitting around and playing Dragon Ball Z on my Playstation like a nine-year-old who still believes that Chewbacca's real, and the moon is made of cheese.


For another update on my life, I put in an application for Starbucks earlier today [12/9/08], which is probably the most-likely place I'll work. And I couldn't be happier if I got a job there. It's the perfect job for me, surrounded by unnaturally happy people and all the caffeinated beverages I could guzzle from a beer bong. A friend of mine told me about her experiences working there, saying that it's hard labor, but unbelievably worth it.

But looking at it that way, I worked at the worst McDonald's on the planet for two and a half years. And this isn't just an exaggeration. Have you seen the movie, "Waiting"? We were the McDonald's of Waiting. Or Waiting of McDonald's... something like that. But we were horrible. We didn't care. We couldn't give two damns and a side of bacon for what went on.

All we did was just gossip and fail at life, and after a while, I broke from the monotony, looked myself in the mirror after slashing my wrists with a grease-covered spatula, and said, "Listen, you've got to set yourself apart from these people. You have to be the best damn employee anyone's ever seen at such a horrible McDonald's." And I did. For a few months. And after those few months, I had taken a lot of time off to go to the 888 YouTube Gathering in Canada, and I had to send my girlfriend off to college, and everything just became a spinning mess of "I want to get the hell out of here".

So I quit. And I've gone on a tangent about all this, but the point is, I've worked hard before. I've worked my ass off for a bunch of people who had nothing better to do than judge other people based on useless crap, whether or not they'd been working perfectly for twelve straight hours without a break or breather. I think that, at worst, I'll be able to work my way through Starbucks to get money for Christmas. I can then transfer to Terre Haute next semester when I leave for Indiana State University, and if it's not better then, I will have learned my lesson, and will begin seeking out jobs before quitting.

Here's my final point. Life's about learning. Whether we learn from our mistakes, or learn from staying up late because our tummy-tums won't stop having burning feelings, we do learn. And I have a lot to learn right now. I have to learn patience, I have to learn to stop procrastinating, I have to learn how to handle jobs, I have to learn how to write articles, I have to learn how to handle life in general.

I'll leave you with a quote that is very possibly irrelevant to this subject, and this whole blog. But when I was filling out my Starbucks application, there was a question that asked, as I paraphrase, "What's a specific moment in which you have given excellent customer service? Why did this matter?" My reply was that I had very often been the person picked at McDonald's to be in the drive-thru, because I was very kind to everyone who came through. I gave them respect, and was as thoughtful as I would hope someone would be to me." And at the end, I put this:

"Positive attitude is received, only when first given."

Think about that for a while, if you will.

Please comment on your feelings about this blog, or just to tell me to f***off and that I'm a lamer, whatever. And if you could, I ask that you pray, wish, send positive vibes, whatever your faith, religion, or creed tells you, all in hopes that I get this Starbucks job. I'm resting a lot of my own faith on this, because it's really my last resort before I resort to prostitution, even though Kaitlyn said I'm not allowed. Mommy and Daddy probably wouldn't be too happy either. Nor God, Jesus, the Holy Ghost, etc.

If you read all this, I appreciate it, and I hope that you all have a nice restoftheweek.


/btyler