Now, I fully admit that it is BULLSHIT to not have a schedule up when the former schedule only went through Saturday, we were told that our four week schedule assigned to us by our New Evil Corporate Overlords (tm) was the template to follow.
Yeah, guess who was the only one who remembered that yesterday? *sigh* And I *could* have played willfully clueless like everyone else (and I had the bonus of a snuggly spousebeast who had the day off), but....yeah.
To quote Former Big Boss: "You're just so....NICE."
I *did* make a point of making sure everyone knew that, until further notice (read: y'all POST A FUCKING SCHEDULE), I'll be following the one I was given. Which means, thankfully, I am off tomorrow (er, today). I was not looking forward to having to pay for a cab just for the privilege of working at Happy Acres, time and a half or no. Still means I'd be working the first two hours to offset cab fare.
Came home and decided to take a nap. Er, five and a half hours later...
I'm trying to give in and let my body rest when it needs it. It's hard to break a lifelong tape loop that naps are for babies, and grownups don't need sleep. And if you do, you are lazy/weak.
No exciting plans for tomorrow. Er, today. With no buses and the extreme heat, it seems a good day to stay inside. Hell, I made the beer run at NINE THIS MORNING to avoid the heat of the day (and felt like a total alcoholic. At least this is one of those holidays where day drinking is pretty much a given) and *still* came home dripping with sweat. Ick.
Kent works 5-close tonight (speaking of ick), so I'm planning a late lunch/early supper for us. He actually requested a steak salad.
Ya know, between this and his sudden drive to organize the closet (not to mention his current obsessions with Lady Gaga and True Blood, I'm rubbing off on him!) I'm starting to wonder if *he* isn't the one with a history of head injuries. When we first moved in together, he would have NEVER asked for a salad, no matter how hot it is outside (whereas I live on them in the summer).
If he starts eating yogurt and granola, I'm gonna get worried. ;)
Happy 4th to those who celebrate it! Otherwise, happy Tuesday!
Yeah, guess who was the only one who remembered that yesterday? *sigh* And I *could* have played willfully clueless like everyone else (and I had the bonus of a snuggly spousebeast who had the day off), but....yeah.
To quote Former Big Boss: "You're just so....NICE."
I *did* make a point of making sure everyone knew that, until further notice (read: y'all POST A FUCKING SCHEDULE), I'll be following the one I was given. Which means, thankfully, I am off tomorrow (er, today). I was not looking forward to having to pay for a cab just for the privilege of working at Happy Acres, time and a half or no. Still means I'd be working the first two hours to offset cab fare.
Came home and decided to take a nap. Er, five and a half hours later...
I'm trying to give in and let my body rest when it needs it. It's hard to break a lifelong tape loop that naps are for babies, and grownups don't need sleep. And if you do, you are lazy/weak.
No exciting plans for tomorrow. Er, today. With no buses and the extreme heat, it seems a good day to stay inside. Hell, I made the beer run at NINE THIS MORNING to avoid the heat of the day (and felt like a total alcoholic. At least this is one of those holidays where day drinking is pretty much a given) and *still* came home dripping with sweat. Ick.
Kent works 5-close tonight (speaking of ick), so I'm planning a late lunch/early supper for us. He actually requested a steak salad.
Ya know, between this and his sudden drive to organize the closet (not to mention his current obsessions with Lady Gaga and True Blood, I'm rubbing off on him!) I'm starting to wonder if *he* isn't the one with a history of head injuries. When we first moved in together, he would have NEVER asked for a salad, no matter how hot it is outside (whereas I live on them in the summer).
If he starts eating yogurt and granola, I'm gonna get worried. ;)
Happy 4th to those who celebrate it! Otherwise, happy Tuesday!
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?????? Midlife crisis, maybe?
Quite possibly!
SERIOUSLY. I need a lot of sleep. I see nothing wrong with this, but it really is seen as being a lazy thing, which is ridiculous. These days, my naps are rarely less than 3 hours in duration. And I REFUSE to apologize for it! :D
That's right, you all get really bad humidity back there, don't you? This part of Oregon never does unless we get an unexpected thunderstorm. I remember when I went to visit a friend for two-weeks in Georgia at the beginning of September. Yeah, that was hot and steamy. And then, the thunderstorms and rain in the afternoons, sometimes. I'm not much into humidity. It's not for me. The only place I ever travelled and it didn't bother me was Hawaii, but that was because I was in the water about 95% or more of the time I was there. I love swimming in crystal blue, warm waters like that.