Hitting the Proverbial Wall
Well, it's been 8 straight shifts, and now I'm tired. It's been 96 hours. Three more shifts to go, for another 36 hours of work. I slept right through my alarm today, too. It's a miracle I woke up on time. I have time to slip in this LJ entry now, and if work is quiet I might have more time to write when I get there (Wednesday nights are not usually that busy, but you never know!).
I'm going to stop apologising for being late on all my June topics, because you're probably tired of that particular broken record by now. For the moment I'm going to run to get dressed and get ready for work, and hope for the best.
I just woke up to two messages from the people meant to install the fence. Suddenly there are apparently trees in the way, and they can't install the fence, oh noes! Fucking hell. Of course I am 1,000km away and working nights, so even though I returned their calls I won't be able to do a damned thing about it from here. For the record, there are no trees where I want the fence. I walked around the yard with the guy from the company, showed him everything, and he smiled and nodded and told me it wouldn't be a problem. He asked if they could cut some of the lilac branches on one of the bushes, and I gave him the go-ahead on that. I have no idea what the problem is, and of course no one is answering their phones now, even though when I called it was 16:00 local time. Fuck everything.
In more pleasant news, the local crew of operators is taking us out Friday afternoon for a sight-seeing tour of a local natural wonder called the Hopewell Rocks. We won't be able to take advantage of it for too long, since we have to work before and after, and we need to squeeze in some sleep in that time too, but I for one am really looking forward to something to break up the pattern of work-sleep-work-sleep. Of course, I'll be completely exhausted. Fried toast will look chipper compared to me, since Friday night is my last shift and is generally the busiest night of the year. At least it won't be the full moon or Friday the 13th like last week. ;)
Then Saturday my "late" hotel check-out is at 14:00, which means very little sleep again. Good times. It's not like I'll be able to sleep in when I get home, either, because there will be a million things to do. Even if I stay in Ottawa overnight (I'm supposed to be getting in around 01:00 or so), I'll still have to get up early so I can drive to Montreal afterward. The paving slab project in the yard will have to be finished, then the fence and the basement renos... so basically I'll have four days of non-stop work to do at home before I go back to Ottawa and start my regular job again.
*resists the impulse to curl into a ball*
I'm going to stop apologising for being late on all my June topics, because you're probably tired of that particular broken record by now. For the moment I'm going to run to get dressed and get ready for work, and hope for the best.
I just woke up to two messages from the people meant to install the fence. Suddenly there are apparently trees in the way, and they can't install the fence, oh noes! Fucking hell. Of course I am 1,000km away and working nights, so even though I returned their calls I won't be able to do a damned thing about it from here. For the record, there are no trees where I want the fence. I walked around the yard with the guy from the company, showed him everything, and he smiled and nodded and told me it wouldn't be a problem. He asked if they could cut some of the lilac branches on one of the bushes, and I gave him the go-ahead on that. I have no idea what the problem is, and of course no one is answering their phones now, even though when I called it was 16:00 local time. Fuck everything.
In more pleasant news, the local crew of operators is taking us out Friday afternoon for a sight-seeing tour of a local natural wonder called the Hopewell Rocks. We won't be able to take advantage of it for too long, since we have to work before and after, and we need to squeeze in some sleep in that time too, but I for one am really looking forward to something to break up the pattern of work-sleep-work-sleep. Of course, I'll be completely exhausted. Fried toast will look chipper compared to me, since Friday night is my last shift and is generally the busiest night of the year. At least it won't be the full moon or Friday the 13th like last week. ;)
Then Saturday my "late" hotel check-out is at 14:00, which means very little sleep again. Good times. It's not like I'll be able to sleep in when I get home, either, because there will be a million things to do. Even if I stay in Ottawa overnight (I'm supposed to be getting in around 01:00 or so), I'll still have to get up early so I can drive to Montreal afterward. The paving slab project in the yard will have to be finished, then the fence and the basement renos... so basically I'll have four days of non-stop work to do at home before I go back to Ottawa and start my regular job again.
*resists the impulse to curl into a ball*