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84 hours a week. The equivalent of three and a half days straight I work, piddling at paperwork and logs, training new dispatchers and wondering where my days have gone.
It's almost been a month since I started doing this. I'm not even really tired anymore, every day blurs together with the next so when I come to out of an exhaustion fueled unconsciousness, I wake into a world that has no sense of time to me.
Every measurement seems odd, awkward, I'm home less than at work, and then only here to take out the trash, warm my food and pack it for work. It's a lot of money, but I haven't had time to myself, and I don't realize how much video games de-stress me until I haven't played them.
In other news, I've started my endurance training for my lungs, soon to follow with strength training for my body. I've always had weak lungs and what better time to work on them. I will put more focus on this trial when I've gotten a day off.
Larry had to leave the PD, he simply wasn't making enough money to survive. Shortly after he left (after doing it right and putting in a two-weeks and working,) Juli quit, citing that she couldn't take the hours and not having a day off (I think she quit because her worthless piece of shit boyfriend got a job.)
I have absolutely NO respect, and quite a bit of distaste for her and her ilk now, she agreed to work, she did not work, but she managed to make it as long as I did until she inadvertently quit working without even giving us notice. As of August 13, Larry had quit and I was working 8 hours a day, 7 days a week. August 20, Juli didn't show up, and I started working 12 hours a day 7 days a week.
Friday September 4th we hired two new dispatchers, they started sunday, September 6th. After about two weeks of training they should be good to go on their own and I will be switched back to my swing shift, 5 days a week, 8 hours a day. I look forward to the day when I can wake up and take care of my laundry and personal chores and not be dictated by my alarm clock.
There's something unsettling about taking the only meals you eat each day, at your work desk while answering phones.
Oh well.
It's almost been a month since I started doing this. I'm not even really tired anymore, every day blurs together with the next so when I come to out of an exhaustion fueled unconsciousness, I wake into a world that has no sense of time to me.
Every measurement seems odd, awkward, I'm home less than at work, and then only here to take out the trash, warm my food and pack it for work. It's a lot of money, but I haven't had time to myself, and I don't realize how much video games de-stress me until I haven't played them.
In other news, I've started my endurance training for my lungs, soon to follow with strength training for my body. I've always had weak lungs and what better time to work on them. I will put more focus on this trial when I've gotten a day off.
Larry had to leave the PD, he simply wasn't making enough money to survive. Shortly after he left (after doing it right and putting in a two-weeks and working,) Juli quit, citing that she couldn't take the hours and not having a day off (I think she quit because her worthless piece of shit boyfriend got a job.)
I have absolutely NO respect, and quite a bit of distaste for her and her ilk now, she agreed to work, she did not work, but she managed to make it as long as I did until she inadvertently quit working without even giving us notice. As of August 13, Larry had quit and I was working 8 hours a day, 7 days a week. August 20, Juli didn't show up, and I started working 12 hours a day 7 days a week.
Friday September 4th we hired two new dispatchers, they started sunday, September 6th. After about two weeks of training they should be good to go on their own and I will be switched back to my swing shift, 5 days a week, 8 hours a day. I look forward to the day when I can wake up and take care of my laundry and personal chores and not be dictated by my alarm clock.
There's something unsettling about taking the only meals you eat each day, at your work desk while answering phones.
Oh well.