WOOF
I've grown increasingly more fond of those solid eight-hour sleeps. I wake up definitely feeling refreshed. I used to be able to subsist off of three or four hours a night, but alas, I think all of that has caught up to me. I can no longer go those long drives for weeks on end on very little sleep to fuel me. Perhaps it's not age, but fatigue that's catching up to me.
In any case, I really hate that I can't ever call out of work. It's been YEARS since I last called out. The last time I 'called out', was because my manager told me not to come to work, but he told the owner that I was sick. Otherwise, I have an unblemished record since moving to DC.
This is beginning to haunt me.
Today, my co-worker called out, leaving me alone to do my job. Thankfully, my manager (whom I actively refer to as "Cool Boss", even to her face), stepped in and was amazing at helping out.
Nevertheless, I got a little upset that I never call out. I ALWAYS cover the shift, or it's because I'd already requested it off, said it was mandatory that I was off, and then was scheduled anyway. That's happened a few times, and in those cases, I refuse to go to work. (That's usually when it coincides with theatre, which to me is an even more important job that I DEFINITELY cannot miss.)
So work turned out to be a rather long affair.
I entered rehearsal tired, but energized as I warmed up. Warm-up routines have become increasingly important in my rehearsal life, which is why I always try to get to rehearsal early. I stretch, perform a Bagua routine, and stretch more, just to get my body activated and ready to work.
Then, of course, I had to change my plans for after rehearsal. I had planned to spend time with a friend, one who is growing increasingly dearer to me as time passes. (He's a Scorpio though, and Scorpio's have a trend of hurting me. Probably because they're fucking scorpions.) I had to blow him off due to the necessity for an Avalanche Meeting. I really didn't want to attend, given that I was exhausted and wanted to watch movies.
But with a little coffee in me, I was up and about. Plans were made. Schemes were hatched. Things are ready to get rolling some more.
But that still leaves me with the fact that I'm probably going to collapse of exhaustion this week.
In other news, the man from the chance encounter yesterday will hopefully call me tomorrow. Fingers crossed.
In any case, I really hate that I can't ever call out of work. It's been YEARS since I last called out. The last time I 'called out', was because my manager told me not to come to work, but he told the owner that I was sick. Otherwise, I have an unblemished record since moving to DC.
This is beginning to haunt me.
Today, my co-worker called out, leaving me alone to do my job. Thankfully, my manager (whom I actively refer to as "Cool Boss", even to her face), stepped in and was amazing at helping out.
Nevertheless, I got a little upset that I never call out. I ALWAYS cover the shift, or it's because I'd already requested it off, said it was mandatory that I was off, and then was scheduled anyway. That's happened a few times, and in those cases, I refuse to go to work. (That's usually when it coincides with theatre, which to me is an even more important job that I DEFINITELY cannot miss.)
So work turned out to be a rather long affair.
I entered rehearsal tired, but energized as I warmed up. Warm-up routines have become increasingly important in my rehearsal life, which is why I always try to get to rehearsal early. I stretch, perform a Bagua routine, and stretch more, just to get my body activated and ready to work.
Then, of course, I had to change my plans for after rehearsal. I had planned to spend time with a friend, one who is growing increasingly dearer to me as time passes. (He's a Scorpio though, and Scorpio's have a trend of hurting me. Probably because they're fucking scorpions.) I had to blow him off due to the necessity for an Avalanche Meeting. I really didn't want to attend, given that I was exhausted and wanted to watch movies.
But with a little coffee in me, I was up and about. Plans were made. Schemes were hatched. Things are ready to get rolling some more.
But that still leaves me with the fact that I'm probably going to collapse of exhaustion this week.
In other news, the man from the chance encounter yesterday will hopefully call me tomorrow. Fingers crossed.