work
Was scheduled to work Saturday, the usual 16 hour-haul. This is really no problem, I've been doing it for years now, and even two shifts in a row is ok, as long as I'm prepared for it. Only this time, somewhere around midnight on Saturday, we discover that my client thinks I'm working Sunday too.
Well, there wasn't much to do about it. This kind of job, it's hard bordering on impossible to find replacements with a weeks notice. Trying to do it with eight hours notice, in the middle of the night, is as you might imagine more or less a waste of time. So I went home (or rather, to L's), cried myself to sleep from pure exhaustion, only to get up five hours later and work another 16 hours. I swear, sometimes I hate this job.
Also, today I can hardly move, my body's so tired. Good thing is I've got massage scheduled this afternoon, and I don't really have to do anything besides eating the rest of the day.
Well, there wasn't much to do about it. This kind of job, it's hard bordering on impossible to find replacements with a weeks notice. Trying to do it with eight hours notice, in the middle of the night, is as you might imagine more or less a waste of time. So I went home (or rather, to L's), cried myself to sleep from pure exhaustion, only to get up five hours later and work another 16 hours. I swear, sometimes I hate this job.
Also, today I can hardly move, my body's so tired. Good thing is I've got massage scheduled this afternoon, and I don't really have to do anything besides eating the rest of the day.