Lets do math...
I get one day off, every two weeks, that day being Monday. Weeks I get Monday off, I work 80 hours. Days I don't get the Monday off, I work 84 hours. This makes an average of 82 hours a week which I work. That's ignoring times I'm called in, stay late, have to go back to help the n00bs, etc.
If I sleep (or make the effort to sleep) 6 hours a day, that's 42 hours per week.
I take about an hour each day to wake up, and get ready for work, and travel to work, which equals 7 hours per week.
Being generous, and saying I take a half hour each day to shower, that's 3.5 hours.
Laundry - 2 - 3 hours a week. Lets say 2.5.
Shopping, personal (grocers and whatnot) 1 hour. Say one and a half, if the lines are long.
Shopping for the business, which usually entail a drive to Calgary, 3 hours minimum, usually more like 4 or 5. We'll say 4 to make things simple.
82+42+7+3.5+2.5+1.25+4=142.25 hours per week accounted for.
There's 168 hours in a week. 168-142.25=25.75 hours.
I have almost an entire day, spread out over the week, of 'free time' I somehow manage to piss away, probably in the blank stupor of the Suburban Coma... Or more likely, in the 15 minutes it takes to fuel my car up, the 5 minutes times three times per day it takes to heed the call of nature, time it takes to eat, time that's not 'officially' counted in my work hours (since an eight hour shift is actually 8.5 or 9, but they assume that managers actually get time to take breaks).
And people expect me to make art? Walk the dog? Exercise and eat more than once a day? They wonder why I always look tired, why I get a tad short tempered from time to time, why I'm a cynical, bitter individual who is completely disillusioned with, well, everything? Why I don't have a nicely pressed tie to wear every day (when all it does is get in the way, and catch more dust and crap than my poor dress shirts already do)?
In other news, whiskey actually does go good with Ginger ale (because I'm supposed to cut back on caffeine/cola... hahaha... Then what's supposed to keep me alive, eh?) and I'm reawakening my interest in really loud, obnoxious Industrial/EBM... Because upbeat music helps me stay alive as well, I think.
Also, I'm reading "Shock Doctrine" by Naomi Klein, at a rate of a few pages a day (5 minutes X 7 = 35 minutes a week, oh god damn...). It's a enlightening, depressing book. Everyone should read it. And then we should all wreak economic warfare in kind upon those who've been waging it on us for the past five decades. Wishful thinking, but hey, whatever keeps me going, I guess.
Goodnight! (after I finish the laundry, because going to work in a housecoat tomorrow would be heavily frowned upon...)
(Edit: Oh, and if I miss my one-day-off-every-two-week, my average jumps up to 86 hours a week. And please excuse errors in grammar, syntax and spelling. Too tired to type correctly, too tired to care enough to fix it... :P )
If I sleep (or make the effort to sleep) 6 hours a day, that's 42 hours per week.
I take about an hour each day to wake up, and get ready for work, and travel to work, which equals 7 hours per week.
Being generous, and saying I take a half hour each day to shower, that's 3.5 hours.
Laundry - 2 - 3 hours a week. Lets say 2.5.
Shopping, personal (grocers and whatnot) 1 hour. Say one and a half, if the lines are long.
Shopping for the business, which usually entail a drive to Calgary, 3 hours minimum, usually more like 4 or 5. We'll say 4 to make things simple.
82+42+7+3.5+2.5+1.25+4=142.25 hours per week accounted for.
There's 168 hours in a week. 168-142.25=25.75 hours.
I have almost an entire day, spread out over the week, of 'free time' I somehow manage to piss away, probably in the blank stupor of the Suburban Coma... Or more likely, in the 15 minutes it takes to fuel my car up, the 5 minutes times three times per day it takes to heed the call of nature, time it takes to eat, time that's not 'officially' counted in my work hours (since an eight hour shift is actually 8.5 or 9, but they assume that managers actually get time to take breaks).
And people expect me to make art? Walk the dog? Exercise and eat more than once a day? They wonder why I always look tired, why I get a tad short tempered from time to time, why I'm a cynical, bitter individual who is completely disillusioned with, well, everything? Why I don't have a nicely pressed tie to wear every day (when all it does is get in the way, and catch more dust and crap than my poor dress shirts already do)?
In other news, whiskey actually does go good with Ginger ale (because I'm supposed to cut back on caffeine/cola... hahaha... Then what's supposed to keep me alive, eh?) and I'm reawakening my interest in really loud, obnoxious Industrial/EBM... Because upbeat music helps me stay alive as well, I think.
Also, I'm reading "Shock Doctrine" by Naomi Klein, at a rate of a few pages a day (5 minutes X 7 = 35 minutes a week, oh god damn...). It's a enlightening, depressing book. Everyone should read it. And then we should all wreak economic warfare in kind upon those who've been waging it on us for the past five decades. Wishful thinking, but hey, whatever keeps me going, I guess.
Goodnight! (after I finish the laundry, because going to work in a housecoat tomorrow would be heavily frowned upon...)
(Edit: Oh, and if I miss my one-day-off-every-two-week, my average jumps up to 86 hours a week. And please excuse errors in grammar, syntax and spelling. Too tired to type correctly, too tired to care enough to fix it... :P )