moldspawn

Wow, I had the longest day ever yesterday. I got up before 6 a.m., courtesy of our roommate clunking around getting ready for work. Headed out at my usual time and stayed at my site from 8 a.m. to 3 p.m. and then zipped from 1st Ave all the way crosstown to Broadway so I could catch the D train so I could go to work. Speaking of which, during the semester, I only work the weekends. My stupid cunt psycho bitch of a boss scheduled me for yesterday regardless of the fact that I have rotations Monday through Friday. My rotations are required. We are supposed to be there a minimum of 40 hours a week. She knows that but she just chose to ignore it. So now I have to make up the spare hour.

Anyway, I somehow got to work by 4 p.m. after thinking that maybe I would be late to work. Luckily I didn't have to do the TPNs so I volunteered to be round filler so I could avoid those fuckhead nurses upstairs. By 10 p.m. I think I was pretty delirious. I noticed that I was bumping into things and not moving as fast as usual. It was horrible. I felt like I was going to pass out if I didn't lay down soon. By midnight I was so ecstatic to punch out. I think I fell asleep soon after I got home at about 12:30 a.m. Ugh. So painful. Never again. I'll call out sick if she does it to me again.

I also switched with a coworker so I work 4-midnight tonight and then I work the TPN shift from 9-5 tomorrow so I can avoid getting only 4 hours of sleep Sunday night. Can we say that I'm not getting any work done? heh.