Hi, I'm Kurt. A binge-drinking, pill-popping disco diva with a heart of platinum and an appetite for self-destruction.
Welcome to Sleepless Solitude: The True-Life Journals of a Xanax'd Millennial (Part 1 of 2).
Adapted from a collection of nightly...
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June 24
Friday! I woke up in a great mood today!
It's such a stupid thing to judge happiness by, but I really do enjoy making my Instagram videos. After about a month-long hiatus, I've finally regained a sliver of my creativity. This morning, I made a really funny clip of Fran Fine, which led to me singing Sheena Easton's "Morning Train" for the entire day. It's the little things sometimes.
Arrived at work, and did my thing. There's always a different vibe at The Clubhouse on a Friday. People are generally happier, and there's typically less stress because people know the weekend is less than eight hours away.
After working with Lucy and Emma on an Apple TV initiative, I worked in my office on a few different projects. It's so funny, though. Slightly alarming, even. Those two girls talk so much shit about everyone we work with. They despise working for The Clubhouse, and I find it fascinating to hear what they have to say about the office politics. At least I know that I'm not alone with my feelings on some of the bullshit. However, the difference is that if something really bothers me, I won't stay quiet about it. Unfortunately, I know that the male versus female thing comes into play, too. It's horrible. When a woman complains about something, it's viewed as nagging. When a man does the same thing, it's somehow perceived as a more valid opinion. That needs to change.
Today was also the first day where I actually felt like I was making a difference at work. I implemented one of my initiatives, which was to call all new members and see how they were enjoying their memberships. It was a long process. I left a lot of voicemails, but it felt good to actually do something more than punch names and numbers into a database. I talked to a lot of interesting members, and had some great conversations with them.
I basically checked out of all work duties at 5 p.m., but stayed on the clock for After Hours. Riley was at the club doing some work, so we had a couple of beers and talked for a while. It's always awkward when co-workers see that, though. Nobody else is allowed to socialize the way I am. I better not get my drinking privileges taken away. They're a part of my benefits plan! Stella gave me the evil eye when she saw me at After Hours tonight. Although, I think that might have just been her resting bitch face.
I left work slightly tipsy, but nowhere near drunk. Lexapro texted me around that time, telling me that he was driving on the highway. I told him that I wanted to go for a ride in his truck. I didn't think Lexapro was going to suggest tonight, but he said that he could pick me up wherever I was in 20 minutes. Since I didn't have anything else planned tonight, I figured – why not?
Before Lexapro picked me up, I stopped at an LCBO in the Distillery District. I wanted to have some beers on hand for our little road trip. While trolling the many aisles of government controlled booze, I had a revelation. Why aren't more people using the LCBO as they should be? It's the cheapest bar in the city! Where else can you get a tall can of beer for less than $3? I bought a few extra beers for myself, then sat at a picnic table on the street and drank while I waited for Lexapro to pick me up.
