Harry Potter tried to kill me

i work for a shipping company, and while i can't specify which one, i can tell you that we're world-renown for the color of our uniforms. the harry potter books shipped this week, and were not to be recieved by anyone (save retailers) until today. we worked a deal with post offices here in the States, where we would take the packages and drop them at each consignee's local PO and the PO would deliver today. not a problem. but the quality department, as per usual, found a way to make this task more difficult.

a little backstory: i suffer from intolerable insomnia. i've been to specialists, tried herbs and hormones, and nothing really works. so i deal with it. occasionally, sometimes as often as three times a week, i'm up all night. this happened thursday. i was to work a double on friday. and friday was HP day.

so i get tied to dispatch for a long long day, and have to track *each* and everyone of those damnable books all day long and make sure they don't leave authorized hands. at the end of the day, i was dreaming not of sex or wealth or fame, but a couch. a bed. anything horizontal. anything i could lay on and pass out. my roommate brings home a carload of drunk women, the phone won't stop ringing, and i want to cry.

i got my sleep today, and went on a bit of a donut bender. but i still hurt. damn you Harry Potter!