After yet another terrible night of sleep, I was looking forward to work today, figuring that some semblance of a routine would keep my mind occupied and focused. Holiday weekends are wonderful but I need structure to flourish. Otherwise there is everything to do, all at once, and nothing gets done. My sleep schedule also goes wonky, not that it matters when I can’t fall asleep.
My shift is a little later for a couple of weeks as I cover for a coworker’s vacation, so I had to look up the shuttle timetables and plan out my commute, something I have not done for many months. I could make excuses as to why this stymied me — lack of sleep being foremost, along with excessive mistrust of public transit — but truly I was surprised at how much I wrung my hands over a five-mile trek.
I decided to take Muni to the shuttle, and then the shuttle to work. So simple, so straightforward. When Muni approached the shuttle stop, I briefly pondered whether or not I should just stay on Muni the whole way, or if I should take the shuttle. Muni being what it is, I decided on the shuttle. Then I froze in my seat. I told my legs to move and they didn’t. There was no panic, just an absolute lack of movement.
Then I fell asleep.
OK, so sleep deprivation is kind of scary after all.
Would it be weird to show up to the hair salon in a cervical collar? Nodding off during a haircut seems dangerous.
[box type=”shadow”]I ride a shuttle to work. It is a really nice shuttle and the first time I have ever had this luxury, causing me to overthink pretty much every aspect of it, especially where to sit. And now I overthink where I decide to sit in every open-seating situation, so I’m writing about it in a series called How I Decide Where to Sit.[/box]