blah, blah, fucking blah
Time to bitch.
I'm tired. Overworked. Underslept. Cranky.
I work five full days a week (two at the zoo, three doin' donuts). I go to classes four days a week in addition. I volunteer once a week. That makes for two four-hour days, two eight-hour days, two twelve-hour days, and a fourteen-hour day. I don't have any days off and I never see my cats :-( The boss is driving everybody crazy, I had nightmares about work all last night and had trouble drawing the line between actually working and merely nightmaring about working this morning. I've had the responsibility of three retail production weekdays and all the fucking glaze (in case you were wondering, that means I make about 600 lbs a week) for the retail and wholesale baking, bestowed upon me. My hands are raw with eczema - it hurts to get them wet, put lotion on them, or even move them... and when they dry out on their own they itch like there's no tomorrow (and getting them dusted with citric acid while making lemon poppyseed glaze? way fun). It just gets worse the more I work, the more dishes I have to do and gloves I have to wear.
Oh, and by the way... I was delighted when I discovered that both the roads and my car had been snowed on and frozen solid overnight and I couldn't open my door this morning at 2:45. But alas, I had to get to work anyway so finally I poured lukewarm water over my door to get it open and drove the 5 miles at a snail's pace. I got there way late to discover that I had three special orders to tack onto the regular bake, my cleaning assistant (aka retail manager) got to work a half hour late because of the ice, and things kept going wrong with the fryer/batter dispenser/batter/kitchen. It was really nice to have the light above the finishing table burnt out, too, and to find that the night bakers left us with no cinnamon in the cinnamon-sugar mix. If only that weren't the tip of the iceberg. *sigh* Why, why no rest for the weary? How do people make it all the way through school? Do they just neglect their wellbeing? Jeez.
I'm just bummed out, is all. And I need more sleep.
I know that it could be worse. But it could also be better. I'm very good at finding the bleakness in every situation, you know... I can't wait until this quarter is over and I get to get my bum down to Costa Rica. Ahhh, tropics!
I'm tired. Overworked. Underslept. Cranky.
I work five full days a week (two at the zoo, three doin' donuts). I go to classes four days a week in addition. I volunteer once a week. That makes for two four-hour days, two eight-hour days, two twelve-hour days, and a fourteen-hour day. I don't have any days off and I never see my cats :-( The boss is driving everybody crazy, I had nightmares about work all last night and had trouble drawing the line between actually working and merely nightmaring about working this morning. I've had the responsibility of three retail production weekdays and all the fucking glaze (in case you were wondering, that means I make about 600 lbs a week) for the retail and wholesale baking, bestowed upon me. My hands are raw with eczema - it hurts to get them wet, put lotion on them, or even move them... and when they dry out on their own they itch like there's no tomorrow (and getting them dusted with citric acid while making lemon poppyseed glaze? way fun). It just gets worse the more I work, the more dishes I have to do and gloves I have to wear.
Oh, and by the way... I was delighted when I discovered that both the roads and my car had been snowed on and frozen solid overnight and I couldn't open my door this morning at 2:45. But alas, I had to get to work anyway so finally I poured lukewarm water over my door to get it open and drove the 5 miles at a snail's pace. I got there way late to discover that I had three special orders to tack onto the regular bake, my cleaning assistant (aka retail manager) got to work a half hour late because of the ice, and things kept going wrong with the fryer/batter dispenser/batter/kitchen. It was really nice to have the light above the finishing table burnt out, too, and to find that the night bakers left us with no cinnamon in the cinnamon-sugar mix. If only that weren't the tip of the iceberg. *sigh* Why, why no rest for the weary? How do people make it all the way through school? Do they just neglect their wellbeing? Jeez.
I'm just bummed out, is all. And I need more sleep.
I know that it could be worse. But it could also be better. I'm very good at finding the bleakness in every situation, you know... I can't wait until this quarter is over and I get to get my bum down to Costa Rica. Ahhh, tropics!