Hold it, you can’t go in there!
Home from work and POOPED, which I suppose is a good thing, as starting
Monday night/Tuesday morning at midnight, I will be working strictly
midnight to eight a.m. shifts.
I’m quite fine with this. NO CUSTOMERS WOO. I won’t even have to wear my uniform.
I
busted ass and shipped OMGSOMUCHSTUFF back to vendors, as it’s the end
of the quarter and everything must be done by then. $2000 in dvdr’s?
Wowsa. HEAVY. In case you’re wondering on the weight, it was two eighty
pound boxes, two 14 lb boxes, and an 8 lb box. I could go further into
details of all I did, but I don’t want to bore you even more.
So,
two days off to switch my sleeping schedule around. I’m already
switched around enough that "sleeping in" is five a.m., so it’s just
going to take a bit more tweeking.
I also SO wish I could stop
waking up at 7:30/8:30 pm and freaking the hell out because my mind
automatically processes it as "it’s daylight, therefore it’s a.m., not
p.m." Last night, I was awake with my heart pounding for over five
minutes (all filled with cursing) because I thought I was five hours
late for work, when I had only slept for an hour.
Doy.
