Whah, whah, whah.
I can't believe I'm saying this, but I'm ... supposed to be studying.
Bleck. I've been done with school for five years now. I was never supposed to have to say that again. But the latest busy time at work started yesterday. And because of my assignment for this go round, my schedule for the next 15 days will look something like this:
10 a.m. -- get up, shower, etc., eat lunch
1 p.m. -- start studying the day's work
5 p.m. -- go to work; talk for as much of the next 9 hours as you can manage even when there's nothing to say, because The Curmudgeon* doesn't believe in dead airtime
3 a.m. -- get home; go to sleep
So. Math is not my strong point, but by my calculation, I'm either working or sleeping all but three hours of the day. Two of those are used for grooming and one for eating. The actual work shift itself is not the problem. I'm all about sleeping late, even if that means I'm working weird hours. And it's a shift when interesting things will actually be going on (as opposed to when the people you're supposed to be talking about are asleep), which makes the whole talking for 9 hours a little easier.
The hard part is this studying for four hours a day to get ready for work. Really. I rarely studied in high school or college and specifically decided not to go for a Master's degree so that I'd be free to read or watch TV guilt free. (I read and watched TV during school, but I always felt guilty about it because I knew I *should* be studying.) But here I am, all the same. Studying. And for the record, even studying for four hours straight does *not* give you enough material to last you for 9 hours.)
*Even though no one who knows who he is will ever read this, for my conscience's sake I need to clarify. The Curmudgeon is, I believe, at his heart not such a bad guy. He's just doesn't have anything in his life except for his work, so he obsesses about it and insists that everyone else demonstrate that same level of devotion. Honestly, this worries me. I have no husband and no prospects for one. I have friends and I love my family. But I tend toward the antisocial side. I have to make myself accept invitations. How do I know that I'm not going to be the office Curmudgeon in 30 years? I worry about this. Anyway. All that to say that I use the term Curmudgeon with affection. Mostly.
Bleck. I've been done with school for five years now. I was never supposed to have to say that again. But the latest busy time at work started yesterday. And because of my assignment for this go round, my schedule for the next 15 days will look something like this:
10 a.m. -- get up, shower, etc., eat lunch
1 p.m. -- start studying the day's work
5 p.m. -- go to work; talk for as much of the next 9 hours as you can manage even when there's nothing to say, because The Curmudgeon* doesn't believe in dead airtime
3 a.m. -- get home; go to sleep
So. Math is not my strong point, but by my calculation, I'm either working or sleeping all but three hours of the day. Two of those are used for grooming and one for eating. The actual work shift itself is not the problem. I'm all about sleeping late, even if that means I'm working weird hours. And it's a shift when interesting things will actually be going on (as opposed to when the people you're supposed to be talking about are asleep), which makes the whole talking for 9 hours a little easier.
The hard part is this studying for four hours a day to get ready for work. Really. I rarely studied in high school or college and specifically decided not to go for a Master's degree so that I'd be free to read or watch TV guilt free. (I read and watched TV during school, but I always felt guilty about it because I knew I *should* be studying.) But here I am, all the same. Studying. And for the record, even studying for four hours straight does *not* give you enough material to last you for 9 hours.)
*Even though no one who knows who he is will ever read this, for my conscience's sake I need to clarify. The Curmudgeon is, I believe, at his heart not such a bad guy. He's just doesn't have anything in his life except for his work, so he obsesses about it and insists that everyone else demonstrate that same level of devotion. Honestly, this worries me. I have no husband and no prospects for one. I have friends and I love my family. But I tend toward the antisocial side. I have to make myself accept invitations. How do I know that I'm not going to be the office Curmudgeon in 30 years? I worry about this. Anyway. All that to say that I use the term Curmudgeon with affection. Mostly.