uguuuu...
I just want to sleep.
For about 24 hours.
I had no idea I would be working so much. I mean, seriously... 40 hours right after getting back from school (9 hour shifts minus a 1 hour lunch, with all the shifts at the worst possible times ever) is killing me. Yeah, I know, so many of you out there work much more than that, and I'm probably just whining, but I'm also trying to clean up the mess that is my room after moving, do wedding planning, work on my thesis, get grad school applications put together, work on Christmas shopping, spend time with my family and old friends, and sleep. I also still haven't recovered from the stress and sleeplessness (and sickness) of finals week.
And then the hiring manager tried to sign me up for another 9 hour shift for Sunday. Uh, sorry. The weekend was free for me as of this last Sunday. It was still free as of this morning. So no, it's not okay to suddenly have me work the weekend, especially when I won't be in town since it'll probably be the only time I can spend holiday time with my future in-laws, thank you very much.
I work at 8, so I need to be up by 6 (yay for having to drive during rush-hour traffic). In short, I should have been in bed an hour ago, but I've been trying to get information packets together for the professors writing letters of recommendation for me for the last hour and a half. ... I am so drinking coffee in the morning.
(In better news, I passed all my classes so I'm still on track to graduate... well, that is if I can get this damn thesis done.)
For about 24 hours.
I had no idea I would be working so much. I mean, seriously... 40 hours right after getting back from school (9 hour shifts minus a 1 hour lunch, with all the shifts at the worst possible times ever) is killing me. Yeah, I know, so many of you out there work much more than that, and I'm probably just whining, but I'm also trying to clean up the mess that is my room after moving, do wedding planning, work on my thesis, get grad school applications put together, work on Christmas shopping, spend time with my family and old friends, and sleep. I also still haven't recovered from the stress and sleeplessness (and sickness) of finals week.
And then the hiring manager tried to sign me up for another 9 hour shift for Sunday. Uh, sorry. The weekend was free for me as of this last Sunday. It was still free as of this morning. So no, it's not okay to suddenly have me work the weekend, especially when I won't be in town since it'll probably be the only time I can spend holiday time with my future in-laws, thank you very much.
I work at 8, so I need to be up by 6 (yay for having to drive during rush-hour traffic). In short, I should have been in bed an hour ago, but I've been trying to get information packets together for the professors writing letters of recommendation for me for the last hour and a half. ... I am so drinking coffee in the morning.
(In better news, I passed all my classes so I'm still on track to graduate... well, that is if I can get this damn thesis done.)