ugh.........
Yesterday was my first day off in 2 weeks and close to 145 hours working during that time. I pretty much slept ALL day yesterday, and I'm still exhausted. Every muscle in my body feels disintegrated. My right arm and hand has been numb for almost a week because of my carpel tunnel. It came back with a vengenace. I've got myh paychecks from my two jobs but I can barely sign them. I'm living on fast food for just about every meal. I feel like shit. I've been living on Mountain Dew and shit like Red Bull to keep me moving.
I learned a valuable lesson this past two weeks. The last time I pulled a 70 hour work week I was 22. I'm 26 now, and I can feel the difference. My body hates me right now, and I hate my body. Friday I felt so insane that I didn't think I had a brain. I didn't even know what day it was until someone told me it was Friday. I was so excited becuase it meant i had a day off the next day.
One day off, and now today I have to start it all over agian. Luckily, I am only going to work 65 hours this week.
I think I'm on the edge of losing my full-time job. Or I was. Because I could barely think the last few days. My boss was getting so ticked off with me because I had no attention span. And I found out that this part-time thing I'm doing is in fact temporary. I thought I had a little chance of getting hired permanent. But I talked to the general manager of the store and she said all the positions were full.
You know, normally I would be pissed that I didn't get a permanent job there, but right now all I want is my free time back so I can workout again and get some better sleep and better meals. I'm so on the verge of buying a pack of cigarettes and erasing that year-and-a-half of quitting smoking.
At the start of all this I said I was doing this to help myself move out of this hell hole full-time job i have. Now I'm starting to think I'm a greedy bastard and just doing it for the moeny. Cuz if I realy was doing it for the job, I would have quit when I found out there was no chance of it being permanent.
God it sucks getting older. I'm so frigign exhasuted......
Yesterday was my first day off in 2 weeks and close to 145 hours working during that time. I pretty much slept ALL day yesterday, and I'm still exhausted. Every muscle in my body feels disintegrated. My right arm and hand has been numb for almost a week because of my carpel tunnel. It came back with a vengenace. I've got myh paychecks from my two jobs but I can barely sign them. I'm living on fast food for just about every meal. I feel like shit. I've been living on Mountain Dew and shit like Red Bull to keep me moving.
I learned a valuable lesson this past two weeks. The last time I pulled a 70 hour work week I was 22. I'm 26 now, and I can feel the difference. My body hates me right now, and I hate my body. Friday I felt so insane that I didn't think I had a brain. I didn't even know what day it was until someone told me it was Friday. I was so excited becuase it meant i had a day off the next day.
One day off, and now today I have to start it all over agian. Luckily, I am only going to work 65 hours this week.
I think I'm on the edge of losing my full-time job. Or I was. Because I could barely think the last few days. My boss was getting so ticked off with me because I had no attention span. And I found out that this part-time thing I'm doing is in fact temporary. I thought I had a little chance of getting hired permanent. But I talked to the general manager of the store and she said all the positions were full.
You know, normally I would be pissed that I didn't get a permanent job there, but right now all I want is my free time back so I can workout again and get some better sleep and better meals. I'm so on the verge of buying a pack of cigarettes and erasing that year-and-a-half of quitting smoking.
At the start of all this I said I was doing this to help myself move out of this hell hole full-time job i have. Now I'm starting to think I'm a greedy bastard and just doing it for the moeny. Cuz if I realy was doing it for the job, I would have quit when I found out there was no chance of it being permanent.
God it sucks getting older. I'm so frigign exhasuted......
no one wants to kill me, hon. my turdboi comes to visit me um, 4 days from now - this coming Wednesday. my roommate's mother and tool boyfriend are worried about him staying with me in their house, but it's not me they're worried about. they're worried about my roommate, because in case you didn't know, the world revolves around her.
everything's cool .... or as cool as it can be at this point. simmer down, you don't have to jump on a plane and come commit serious acts of violence in the name of the panda .... yet