During the last week of November, I worked 11-hour days from Sunday through Wednesday. I worked less than ten hours on Thursday, but that week was so excruciating that that still felt about four or five hours too long.
This week, we only had to work ten hours, BUT I was sick. Yes, just a couple of weeks after getting over a sinus infection, I end up getting a cold, or something. I was thinking it could have been the flu, but the only time I really felt flu-ish was Monday night. Before I went to work that night, I went and got some Nyquil/Dayquil Sinex stuff. I left work that night about four hours early. I managed to work all night on Tuesday and Wednesday. I was hoping that my overtime night this week would be Friday since the month changed, so I could get a little rest before my OT night, but they're now flipping the OT nights every two weeks, so I had to work on Thursday, and will be working the next two Fridays. I only worked half of Thursday night since I'm still kinda sick, and was hoping to add to recovery time.
I've realized that me getting sick over the past month seems to coincide with the times when it actually gets warm here. So not only is Climate Change/Global Warming bad for the planet, it also tends to make me sick during the few times in the Fall and Winter when I can hypothetically enjoy myself. I guess I could deal with some cooler temperatures if it meant not having to physically feel like shit on top of the mentally feeling like shit. Or fuck it, I'll just move to California.
So, I have two days off. I was kinda hoping to spend both days recovering from whatever it is I have, but my girlfriend is moving on Saturday, and if I want to stay in her good graces, I should help her. She seems to be a little under the weather too, and has to move whether she's sick or not. To add to the fun, we go back to 11-hour days at work this Sunday! To recap: Worked over 50 hours last week, worked under 50 hours this week while sick, get to help move on Saturday, and get to start a possibly 50+ hour work week on Sunday. And people wonder why I hate this time of year! I'd hate to say it, but I'm kinda glad that I wasn't dating this time last year. This time of year, I tend to live to work, and it's a lot easier to do when I have only myself to worry about. I feel like I've been a bad boyfriend since I really wasn't much help with the apartment search, but it seemed like any time away from work was spent just trying to recover from work. Hell, I spend so much time doing Christmas shopping for other people that I've almost forgotten that I need to shop for other people. Unlike me, she has an 8-hour-a-day job. Not even 8 hours + a 30 minute lunch, I mean 8 hours! She works fewer hours in a six day work week than I work in a five day work week. If I had a job with hours like that, I might not feel so overwhelmed. And for the record, I've applied with her employer twice, and never heard back from them.
Ugh, fuck Christmas! About two and a half weeks of this shit left.
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