Oddity
I haven't bern sleeping well, lately. I'm blaming my shifting work schedule, which has me closing the store and working until 11:15 or 11:30 at night three or four nights a week, but also opening the store at 6:45 a day or two a week. It's pretty regular that there's gonna be a night or two where I'm going to get four or five hours under the best of circumstances.
I closed Tuesday night, and was off Wednesday. I had trouble sleeping that night, but was able to get a little back since I didn't have too much to do.
Tonight?
But there's a bit of an oddity tonight. Easily explained, but giving me the willies nonetheless.
I still have Dad's contact info in my phone. We've given up that phone number. We did that back in the summer. I feel like his number's since been reassigned. While helping Shyam find her phone last night, I dialed it so it would ring. After she found it, I must have brushed my finger up against Dad's contact tile, since I still have it in my speed dial. This was at roughly 10 PM last night.
I got a phone call at 3:37 AM this morning from Dad's phone number. I answer, but the caller hangs up.
Like I said, a hypothesis other than my Dad calling from the other side is pretty easy to come up with. I called that person accidentally, and hung up, possibly after they'd gone to bed. Perhaps they're an early riser who decided a little payback was in order.
Still. It weirded me out enough that it kept me up. I read a bit, and decided to blogamathing about it.
This is a tough time of year at work. Kinda stressful, with bodies being out. Having weirdness abound isn't my cup of tea, right about now.
I closed Tuesday night, and was off Wednesday. I had trouble sleeping that night, but was able to get a little back since I didn't have too much to do.
Tonight?
But there's a bit of an oddity tonight. Easily explained, but giving me the willies nonetheless.
I still have Dad's contact info in my phone. We've given up that phone number. We did that back in the summer. I feel like his number's since been reassigned. While helping Shyam find her phone last night, I dialed it so it would ring. After she found it, I must have brushed my finger up against Dad's contact tile, since I still have it in my speed dial. This was at roughly 10 PM last night.
I got a phone call at 3:37 AM this morning from Dad's phone number. I answer, but the caller hangs up.
Like I said, a hypothesis other than my Dad calling from the other side is pretty easy to come up with. I called that person accidentally, and hung up, possibly after they'd gone to bed. Perhaps they're an early riser who decided a little payback was in order.
Still. It weirded me out enough that it kept me up. I read a bit, and decided to blogamathing about it.
This is a tough time of year at work. Kinda stressful, with bodies being out. Having weirdness abound isn't my cup of tea, right about now.
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