My Job is Making me Lazy

Once upon a time in the hours of yesteryear, there was an era when I was a productive member of society. I'd regulate my nights with with laying down before 11 sometimes 10 PM and pacify myself with Conan O'Brian and Jay Leno (before the feud) and dose off to a good dream. My alarm would go off at 8:00 AM. Nine times out of ten I'd wake up before my alarm because that's how I roll. Anyhoos, I'd tune into the Today Show with my five best friends Matt Lauer, Ann Curry, Al Roker, Natalie Morales, and Meredith Vieira. I was perky. I was spunky. I was ready to start my day! Fast forward to 10 AM. I was in my Pepsi colored blue scrubs for class. I had big dreams of being a Dental Assistant. I had a future and that future was bright. I ate my breakfast and by 10:30 AM I was out the door.

By 11:15 AM I'd make it to class fifteen minutes early to get my socialization on. By 2:00-3:00 I was either headed home to make dinner and do homework, or preparing for a date. I had plenty of those. Or I'd be gearing up for my five hour shift at Target, only to be back in bed by 11 to start my day again.

A lot has changed since 2009. I graduated from my Dental Assisting program with a 3.7 GPA fully knowledgeable of my area of study in 2010 and then, POW!, without any warning, I can't get hired in my field. What a slap in the face that was. I went to working for Jason's Deli, Chompie's, Best Buy, Fry's/Kroger, and my present employer that shall remain nameless, all in hopes of finding a Dental Assisting gig. Well, living in the cruel world that we do, I never found that dream job. Instead, I'm working as a waitress raking in enough to survive on and save.

With the work I do now means working all evening shifts. Which in turn means, staying up late and waking up even later. The earliest I'd go to bed is about 2 AM. Latest is 6 AM. I'd generally wake up anytime between Noon and 2 PM.

This has made me lazy.

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Off days. What do I do? Lay around. Before work. What do I do? Lay around. I lack a certain motivation. I don't like this version of me. I'd rather sleep than step outside the house. I'm tellin' you this is bad. So bad that I'd. Eh...we won't get into that. Just know that it ain't good.

Help!

Illustration by Shel Silverstein