Happy New Year! (New year, new reasons to procrastinate!)
Yes, I have all kinds of little voices in my head telling me to get things done, but it's so hard to shake them off when your body is shouting "Sleep more! Clean later!"
But sleep is for the unemployed, and I no longer will be. Yes, those folks who asked me to get a Class B CDL with P2 endorsement have finally called me back. I'm starting training on Friday, January 9, at 7am. I join all the other productive citizens in perpetuating capitalism. Or something.
No, really, I am more excited than I sound, but it's tempered with some serious worries, such as:
1) I have to leave the house at 6:30am for six weeks during training. That means A has to let the dogs out at 9am when they start whining again. There's a decent chance that at some point he'll let them outside and then fall back asleep for several hours, leaving them to perish from hypothermia and exposure. Not that I have to worry about that today because it's almost 70 degrees here, but it's Colorado. It's going to snow tomorrow, according to the weather report. And they're just leetle tiny dogs; they're low to the ground, and they don't stand much chance against the elements. Maybe I should invest in an insulated dog house?
2) My leaving at 6:30am also means A has to get himself out of bed, and very likely make his own lunch. Unless I develop the powers of forethought and make his lunch the night before, and let's face it, I'm lazy, and I may not even do that for myself.
3) Housework. I've never been a model home maker. Hell, I wrote a description of myself somewhere that went, "showers on a regular basis, but does dishes only under duress." If I don't do chores, and I rarely do chores unless company is coming, who will? A's never been known to clean bathrooms. This just means that I'm going to have to force myself to do it when I'm tired and cranky.
4) I hope this job doesn't make me tired and cranky, but the odds are slim. I am, however, still thankful to have any job. I just need to have enough residual energy to go to the gym, and eat things that aren't total crap. That way I don't become a tired, cranky, fat lady bus driver.
5) As much as A has been upset over my lack of employment, I think he thinks this job of mine is going to solve all his problems. I was originally worried that I wasn't going to get this job, and that it would break his heart. Now I'm worried that it's going to break his heart because it'll cause a set of new problems, like the fact that we may end up with completely opposite schedules, and he may not see me for weeks at a time, unless I'm sleeping, and we all remember how well that worked for us when I was still in school. That was a horrible run-on sentence.
6) This one is most selfish, I'm afraid this job will take away all my time to write. I'm afraid I'll never finish my novel. I may be too wiped to try to get published. The best I can hope for is to get assigned to the extra board (the substitutes for people who call in sick) and get a late-starting report with nothing to do but sit in the break room. At least this job might let me afford a laptop. Here's hoping.
But sleep is for the unemployed, and I no longer will be. Yes, those folks who asked me to get a Class B CDL with P2 endorsement have finally called me back. I'm starting training on Friday, January 9, at 7am. I join all the other productive citizens in perpetuating capitalism. Or something.
No, really, I am more excited than I sound, but it's tempered with some serious worries, such as:
1) I have to leave the house at 6:30am for six weeks during training. That means A has to let the dogs out at 9am when they start whining again. There's a decent chance that at some point he'll let them outside and then fall back asleep for several hours, leaving them to perish from hypothermia and exposure. Not that I have to worry about that today because it's almost 70 degrees here, but it's Colorado. It's going to snow tomorrow, according to the weather report. And they're just leetle tiny dogs; they're low to the ground, and they don't stand much chance against the elements. Maybe I should invest in an insulated dog house?
2) My leaving at 6:30am also means A has to get himself out of bed, and very likely make his own lunch. Unless I develop the powers of forethought and make his lunch the night before, and let's face it, I'm lazy, and I may not even do that for myself.
3) Housework. I've never been a model home maker. Hell, I wrote a description of myself somewhere that went, "showers on a regular basis, but does dishes only under duress." If I don't do chores, and I rarely do chores unless company is coming, who will? A's never been known to clean bathrooms. This just means that I'm going to have to force myself to do it when I'm tired and cranky.
4) I hope this job doesn't make me tired and cranky, but the odds are slim. I am, however, still thankful to have any job. I just need to have enough residual energy to go to the gym, and eat things that aren't total crap. That way I don't become a tired, cranky, fat lady bus driver.
5) As much as A has been upset over my lack of employment, I think he thinks this job of mine is going to solve all his problems. I was originally worried that I wasn't going to get this job, and that it would break his heart. Now I'm worried that it's going to break his heart because it'll cause a set of new problems, like the fact that we may end up with completely opposite schedules, and he may not see me for weeks at a time, unless I'm sleeping, and we all remember how well that worked for us when I was still in school. That was a horrible run-on sentence.
6) This one is most selfish, I'm afraid this job will take away all my time to write. I'm afraid I'll never finish my novel. I may be too wiped to try to get published. The best I can hope for is to get assigned to the extra board (the substitutes for people who call in sick) and get a late-starting report with nothing to do but sit in the break room. At least this job might let me afford a laptop. Here's hoping.