Diego, Work And RLS

Most nights on my way home from work I stop off at the local Quick Check for a fast snack- a diet Coke slurpy and a beef jerkey. I'm always waited on by the same guy. His name is Diego. Diego is very friendly and very polite. I have gotten to know a little about him: He lives alone. He is a vegetarian. He is 39. He has Fridays and Saturdays off. Last night I asked him how he enjoyed his nights off. He told me that he has no friends, and doesn't go out. He spends his time off resting. How sad I thought that was. No friends. I couldn't imagine having no friends. I'm so thankful for the ones I have.

My employer announced today that there would be no further job cuts in the U.S. I was very relieved to hear that. Still, there could be trouble ahead. They could go to four day work weeks, make pay cuts, or possibly go to third-party labor. I'm still waiting with baited breath for this meeting with our director next week. They couldn't possibly be sending him out here just for a pep talk- to tell us to keep productive and stay the course. That just doesn't make sense.

I didn't sleep worth a damn last night. My RLS flaired up something fierce in my left leg shortly after I went to bed. I got up around 3:00 AM. I made something to eat. I read for a while. I wrote some poetry on the lap top, a rather long poem that took me almost two hours to write. I finally fell asleep around 6:30 AM and didn't get up until time to get ready for work at noon. And there were things I needed to do today, like go to the gym and the bank. I think I have this linked to something: my meds. I forgot to take my night time meds the past two nights and I slept fine. Last night I remembered to take them, and whamo- up with the RLS. There has to be a connection there somehow. I just hope that tonight is not a repeat.

I'm not that much into being here tonight. I hope that the evening goes by quickly.