*falls over*
Work has been kinda crazy lately. My boss wrenched her knee badly skiing, so I've been having to do her work for the upcoming show. Unfortunately, the designer for the show has worked with the theatre many times before, so she's used to having people here ask "How high?" when she tells them to jump.
The designer is trying to get me paid for doing my boss' work, but evidently management is stonewalling her. My boss, meanwhile, is constantly thanking me for volunteering so much time--I don't think anyone has told her that I might be getting her paycheck, and I certainly don't think it's my place to tell her. I just feel like it's a tug-of-war between my boss and the designer, and I'm not particularly fond of being caught in the middle. And as nice as the extra money would be, I really don't want to alienate my boss, as she's been super helpful about trying to find me more/better work.
Which brings me to today. I wanted the rest of the week off, so I hauled ass and managed to get all of my work done today. However, that meant moving over 300 pounds of clothes to new racks, and both sets were six feet high. I had to a) pull as much as I could lift off of a rack over my head; b) carry it around the corner, down the hall, and into its new room; and c) lift it onto the new rack, again over my head. So basically, I had THREE STRAIGHT HOURS of bicep curls and shoulder presses, with AS MUCH AS I COULD LIFT. Needless to say, I'm pretty dead. But at least I get to stay in my PJs all birthday long! XD
The designer is trying to get me paid for doing my boss' work, but evidently management is stonewalling her. My boss, meanwhile, is constantly thanking me for volunteering so much time--I don't think anyone has told her that I might be getting her paycheck, and I certainly don't think it's my place to tell her. I just feel like it's a tug-of-war between my boss and the designer, and I'm not particularly fond of being caught in the middle. And as nice as the extra money would be, I really don't want to alienate my boss, as she's been super helpful about trying to find me more/better work.
Which brings me to today. I wanted the rest of the week off, so I hauled ass and managed to get all of my work done today. However, that meant moving over 300 pounds of clothes to new racks, and both sets were six feet high. I had to a) pull as much as I could lift off of a rack over my head; b) carry it around the corner, down the hall, and into its new room; and c) lift it onto the new rack, again over my head. So basically, I had THREE STRAIGHT HOURS of bicep curls and shoulder presses, with AS MUCH AS I COULD LIFT. Needless to say, I'm pretty dead. But at least I get to stay in my PJs all birthday long! XD