3 a.m.
I can't wait to be done working overnights. I can't wait to get into a more humane work schedule. It has been a lot of years since I have worked a 40 hour week. Like 8 years. I think it has aged me prematurely. I ache a lot. That seems abnormal for someone in their early 30's, not that anyone has ever called me normal.
If I can get the last two weeks of April covered, I have the rest of this overnight shift, and one more next weekend, and then I am DONE! What will I do with all that leisure time? I might see my friends once in a while, might get some homework done, might sleep normally, might have original ideas and more organized thought processes. The possiblilties!
In other news, my mom arrives Tuesday morning. I don't know if I posted about our manic Pride festival experience, but I think this trip, we'll focus on relaxation and minimal sensory stimulation. She is not doing well, depression-wise. She's at the point where they are layering medications to treat the side affects of other drugs. And they don't seem to be helping. When she gets to complaining about my dad, I don't know what to say to her, except, "Why do you stay with him, if your life together is miserable?" I don't have much sympathy in that area, because I can't imagine being 50 years old and beholden to a promise made at the age of 18. He hasn't left her either, but I just don't think he's held up his end of the bargain at all. She would be completely justified in leaving him. He will never change, she will never change. I will never understand it.
Anyway, I get maudlin late at night.
We're having a May Day party. There. That's happy.
If I can get the last two weeks of April covered, I have the rest of this overnight shift, and one more next weekend, and then I am DONE! What will I do with all that leisure time? I might see my friends once in a while, might get some homework done, might sleep normally, might have original ideas and more organized thought processes. The possiblilties!
In other news, my mom arrives Tuesday morning. I don't know if I posted about our manic Pride festival experience, but I think this trip, we'll focus on relaxation and minimal sensory stimulation. She is not doing well, depression-wise. She's at the point where they are layering medications to treat the side affects of other drugs. And they don't seem to be helping. When she gets to complaining about my dad, I don't know what to say to her, except, "Why do you stay with him, if your life together is miserable?" I don't have much sympathy in that area, because I can't imagine being 50 years old and beholden to a promise made at the age of 18. He hasn't left her either, but I just don't think he's held up his end of the bargain at all. She would be completely justified in leaving him. He will never change, she will never change. I will never understand it.
Anyway, I get maudlin late at night.
We're having a May Day party. There. That's happy.