whiny cranky tooo tired post ahead (at least it's short)
I fucking HATE my family!
I got called at like 9:30 this am by Margaret from work. Can I cover the desk tomorrow morning? It's only one doc (not the one I'd want) with around 10 patients. In a sleepy haze I agreed (also, covering the desk isn't so bad and they only ask me last resort) Margaret was all nice, she wanted to call later but the doc insisted, she'd pull the charts... so I need to be there by 9. After the 45 min bus ride (plus, what takes 45 mins at 11pm is probably an hour and a half in am rush). So I must get up at seven (something I informed the mother the minute she walked in, so she would know to go home early). Because of this I avoided the urge to go back to sleep, or take any naps today. What's with all the sleeping you ask? (my sleep schedule is pretty weird, but...) I didn't get to bed till somewhere near 6 and got woken at 8 when the brother left for school (and why stay up so late? the brother was watching dvds). I went in the shower at 11 instead of watching Smallville's 100th ep and Beauty and the Geek, so I could get to bed sooner. Mother and brothers were getting ready to leave. I exit the shower and am almost into bed when I realize, mother is napping there! They didn't leave and won't till she gets coffee, after the coffee she wanted pie, then there was the arguing about my wanting to go to bed early (its apparently my fault they didn't leave cause I didn't get her pie; Nathan, who went on the computer when I finally made him turn off the dvds, is more tired cause he stayed up all night; Jeremy is bitchy when others fight and wants to get away from 'the evil bitch' (my words not his) aka me).
So how does this whiney tale of not-so-woe end? they finally go after a minor 15 minute shouting match and a couple blows to the back of my head (Gibbs style) from the brothers (plus a bonus foot stomping from Nathan who was pissed when I asked him to go around my bed instead of walking over it like he always does, yes, even when I'm in it) all of which were sufficient to WAKE ME UP! So now I need someone (Henry or Vicky) to tell me I'm right and they're asshats, and let me rant till I'm sleepy again, but I can't call at this hour, so I typed my overtired whining.
Fridays are bad enough (spending 3-6 hours with Bev) but i'm kinda sick so I missed today and I skipped half of yesterday, so I have covering the desk and 2 days work at one job followed by a weeks worth at the other one, with no real time for a nap in between. Should be fun! and if not, well the doctor always brightens my day (I don't even hate my own dr more, and I didn't go in to see her when I had whooping cough last time)
ok, so it wasn't at all short if you read under the cut, so sue me.
I got called at like 9:30 this am by Margaret from work. Can I cover the desk tomorrow morning? It's only one doc (not the one I'd want) with around 10 patients. In a sleepy haze I agreed (also, covering the desk isn't so bad and they only ask me last resort) Margaret was all nice, she wanted to call later but the doc insisted, she'd pull the charts... so I need to be there by 9. After the 45 min bus ride (plus, what takes 45 mins at 11pm is probably an hour and a half in am rush). So I must get up at seven (something I informed the mother the minute she walked in, so she would know to go home early). Because of this I avoided the urge to go back to sleep, or take any naps today. What's with all the sleeping you ask? (my sleep schedule is pretty weird, but...) I didn't get to bed till somewhere near 6 and got woken at 8 when the brother left for school (and why stay up so late? the brother was watching dvds). I went in the shower at 11 instead of watching Smallville's 100th ep and Beauty and the Geek, so I could get to bed sooner. Mother and brothers were getting ready to leave. I exit the shower and am almost into bed when I realize, mother is napping there! They didn't leave and won't till she gets coffee, after the coffee she wanted pie, then there was the arguing about my wanting to go to bed early (its apparently my fault they didn't leave cause I didn't get her pie; Nathan, who went on the computer when I finally made him turn off the dvds, is more tired cause he stayed up all night; Jeremy is bitchy when others fight and wants to get away from 'the evil bitch' (my words not his) aka me).
So how does this whiney tale of not-so-woe end? they finally go after a minor 15 minute shouting match and a couple blows to the back of my head (Gibbs style) from the brothers (plus a bonus foot stomping from Nathan who was pissed when I asked him to go around my bed instead of walking over it like he always does, yes, even when I'm in it) all of which were sufficient to WAKE ME UP! So now I need someone (Henry or Vicky) to tell me I'm right and they're asshats, and let me rant till I'm sleepy again, but I can't call at this hour, so I typed my overtired whining.
Fridays are bad enough (spending 3-6 hours with Bev) but i'm kinda sick so I missed today and I skipped half of yesterday, so I have covering the desk and 2 days work at one job followed by a weeks worth at the other one, with no real time for a nap in between. Should be fun! and if not, well the doctor always brightens my day (I don't even hate my own dr more, and I didn't go in to see her when I had whooping cough last time)
ok, so it wasn't at all short if you read under the cut, so sue me.