Early to bed, late to rise...
I felt so horrible last night that I went to bed not long after writing. Really. Can we say eight o'clock? I went upstairs, turned on the TV, turned off the light, and tried to sleep. I slept on and off until seven this morning. I even had a weird dream, which I am prone to having (even more so lately): I was auditioning for a musical, supposedly at my old college (but the stage wasn't the same and it was a community theater sort of thing), but I never had a singing audition. Then, I found out I had a part in the show...not just any part, but I was the person that sang the first song. (I wasn't a lead, though. And my character's name was Jamie, but the name had been changed from something else, like the part was originally for a boy and it had a more masculine name.) So I was standing near the pit in front of the stage, reading through the script, when all of a sudden all these people came on the stage for the rehearsal. Um, thanks for letting me know that we were starting rehearsal now. And, since it was the first number, my number, I had to scramble onstage. But I'd never practiced the music, and I'm not comfortable singing in front of people...but not only is my first time performing this song during a rehearsal, but there were people sitting in the audience watching us rehearse! How weird. Phobic much? And this was several days after dreaming about the guy I liked in high school, whom I haven't seen in over five years.
I do think that all that sleeping helped me out, personality-wise. I wasn't bad at work today. In fact, I was more like my typical self. I was even cheery. Yes, I know, frightening. Plus, there was this little girl who couldn't figure out how to use a retractable pencil, and I showed her not once, but twice. That was when I knew I was doing better. However, our missing coworker did not show up today (again). We were able to get someone else to cover, and she'll also be able to work Saturday, too.
Something else: Next week, I get to open three whole times. Not only that, I get to do payroll Sunday morning. K, the assistant manager, went through everything with me. It shouldn't be too bad. The only questionable part is Saturday, which is a holiday, so everyone who works will get overtime, and K and our manager will get holiday pay. I think I understand it all, and my boss will probably go through it all with me, so I'm not worried. I just have to remember to go to the bank is all.
Tomorrow: Last day of work this week. Then I get to chill out for a couple days. Next week: I'm down to 32 hours. I work no later than 4:45 on the weekdays; I even get out at 3:30 one day. Sweet.
I do think that all that sleeping helped me out, personality-wise. I wasn't bad at work today. In fact, I was more like my typical self. I was even cheery. Yes, I know, frightening. Plus, there was this little girl who couldn't figure out how to use a retractable pencil, and I showed her not once, but twice. That was when I knew I was doing better. However, our missing coworker did not show up today (again). We were able to get someone else to cover, and she'll also be able to work Saturday, too.
Something else: Next week, I get to open three whole times. Not only that, I get to do payroll Sunday morning. K, the assistant manager, went through everything with me. It shouldn't be too bad. The only questionable part is Saturday, which is a holiday, so everyone who works will get overtime, and K and our manager will get holiday pay. I think I understand it all, and my boss will probably go through it all with me, so I'm not worried. I just have to remember to go to the bank is all.
Tomorrow: Last day of work this week. Then I get to chill out for a couple days. Next week: I'm down to 32 hours. I work no later than 4:45 on the weekdays; I even get out at 3:30 one day. Sweet.