9-5...

It's 2am.
I'm at work.

Yes... work as in the place that pays my bills.
I'm becoming a firm believer that people can only have so many quality outlets at once.
What I mean by that is, we all have a limit to how many things we can do at once and still make them worth while. Lately (aka. the past 6 months) work has been a big part of my life. More-so than the average 9-5 that most people hate to go to every morning. I actually have become pretty committed to my job. I've put in long hours, showed I cared about more than just myself, and hopefully made some of my co-workers feel like than can count on me if something ever went down. I've gotten raises, gotten promotions, and because of that become more committed.

So here I am. 2 am. Not going home tonight.
I'll probably sleep on the store pool tonight.
From what I've been told the pool cover makes it feel like a water bed.
I just hope it doesn't collapse. Drowning would suck.
I wonder if drowning is covered by workers-comp?

Mmmm.... water bed.