please take a ticket
sleep is for slackers. i estimate that i have gotten about 35 hours of sleep in the past seven days. it has all been worth it though. fancy tables and charts show that productivty is up 43.7%. that is actually a number i made it up. but the fact i made it up proves my productivity. numbers look smart.
right now i am working in the ticket booth at the whole music club. i hand out tickets and stamp hands. some people sigh about the stamp. they must not like washing hands. perhaps someone famous or beautiful once touched their hand and they made one of those promises, the one where you never wash your hands.
there is a sign for the ticket booth but someone mispelt "ticket" as "kissing." occupational hazard. it is almost as bad as getting paid for listening to music. we also have some nice red mood lighting. the chalkboard walls in the booth shake from the music. little sketchings have gathered on the walls over the months/years. some dudes face, a boombox and the number for papa john's. there is also some instructions scrawled beside the power outlet, "insert fork here->". once i find a stick of chalk i will change the instructions to say spoon, that way no one will poke their eye out.