Music: Se.Ra.Phic-"Heaven Trace"
8:38p
I hate Thursdays. Let's just get that out of the way first. I hate Thursdays. Why? Thursday is my busiest day during my week off. Today was no exception. I woke up later than I wanted to, thanks to me setting my alarm for 'p.m.' and not 'a.m.' when I went to bed. I woke up, ate breakfast, cleaned the bathroom, cleaned the tub, cleaned the tub again (this is what happens when you don't clean every couple of weeks), put up clothes, got finances in order, went to the bank, went to the store, came home, ate lunch, cleaned the tub AGAIN (finally got that damn water stain out. Maybe i need to clean houses for a living instead), got my bag for work ready, washed the car, took a bath, and had time to squeeze dinner in there somewhere. I'm ready to surrender already, and it's only Thursday night! I want to lay down and take a nap and get up and mill around til 3 in the morning like I always tend to do! But no, instead, I have to work the next three days. Back to the grinder! Back to not crashing into walls! I'll be ready when the time comes, and hopefully, they'll stick me back down on 'A' dock again, so I can find time to practice driving right-handed, on doctor's orders.
I went and saw the doctor this past Monday about my arm. My ring finer on my left hand has been totally numb for the past three weeks. I was right; my doctor told me I had indeed pinched the Ulnar nerve in my elbow, causing the numbness. So he asked me to start using my right hand more often, especially at work, and with time, hopefully my brain will re-wire that nerve and it will heal on its own. If I keep up the stress I'm putting my hand under, it could wind up being permanent, and I can't have that. So I'm going to have to be fast and a little sneaky this weekend, and see how I can pull off leaning to drive with my other hand. It's awkward, but I have begun doing other things with my right hand this week: eating, twisting lids, carrying things, brushing my teeth, etc, trying to keep the stress off off my injured hand. I'm getting better, and it feels like my finger is getting better, too. I just hope my body can become used to the machine a little better, and my hand can heal.
Other than that excitement, it's been a quiet week for me, and just as well, because of my hand, or else I'd be begging them to let me come in and work. But my department just didn't get the overtime hours that were promised to us. Other areas have been working their tails off the past few weeks. I had my time, it seems, and I'll just be glad when it's over, and I won't have to worry about it anymore.
So, bring it on, weekend, but I'll sure be ready when Sunday rolls around again. Goodnight.
Thursday, October 25, 2012
Tuesday, October 23, 2012
When it rains, it pours..then pallets fall on your head and you crash into walls. :S
Music: Armin van Buuren ft. Ana Criado- "Suddenly Summer"
1:50a
Guess I am more recovered from the weekend than I thought; 2am on my second night off, and I'm wide awake. Of course, it could be contributed to the fact that I fell asleep for about 30 minutes while watching a movie (guess I just had a 'power-nap', and why does that irk me so much...). Or it could be Mother Nature screwing with me. Guess that explains all the yelling and cursing I did over the weekend.
This weekend was another of those 'straight-out-of-the-twilight-zone' weekends. I don't remember Friday to save my life, except that us haulers had to stay until 7, so naturally I was pissed of, of course. I'll get back to Friday. I was in charge of two docks by myself Friday and Saturday (A and B), and they had nearly every door open. No problem, really. I made sure to keep clearing out space for each door as the unloaders went along, kind of like a race to keep up. Saturday, they made excuses on why there wasn't as much overtime this year, compared to last year, and all I heard was 'blah,blah,blah'. There are other people getting overtime, from different areas, while the rest of us are just plain getting screwed. Now I learned that they may not send us to the stores this year to help out. It just keeps getting worse! Alright so I'm getting off the main point here. I don't remember what I did on Saturday, or how early I got to leave. Sunday started off great! I was only put in charge of A dock, and had only one unloader under my care. I nailed production by hauling the leftovers off A dock, and hitting B dock, in the first three hours, even while stopping to chat with a few lift drivers! I took my first break, and was ready to get back out and keep the momentum going....
Now this is when the universe got somehow thrown off-balance. I started right off the bat by going down to C dock to see what it had to offer. There sat two double-stacked pallets. Yes! Quadruple hauls! Right off the bat I'm getting four hauls. I picked them up, and went on my way. I turned down the assigned isle, slowly, 1) because I am still not experienced yet and 2) you just have to take your time with double-stacked pallets, and it's hard to trust their integrity. I passed a palled sitting off to the side, and was certain I had passed safely, when I heard the tell-tale sound of tearing shrink wrap and falling boxes. Thinking they were about to fall over in my direction, I jumped off the machine and booked it. I heard a crash behind me, and I didn't stop running until I was sure I'd be in the clear. When the noise stopped, and I wasn't dead yet, I turned around. Thank God the pallets fell the opposite direction! It looked like a demolished tower, and oddly I had a flashback of 9/11, the way the pallets looked. I was shaken up, thinking a pallet was about to come down on my head (my toe was bad enough), the cases themselves were light, so I wasn't worried as much about that.
The shock set in, and I shakily went to investigate; as I was passing the stray pallet, the second set of pallets on my forks clipped it, causing the tower to come crashing down. I managed to flag down a lift driver, Casey (so I can now put another face with a name, thanks to J.R.), and he helped me clean up the massive spill. He was even nice enough to take the pallets to the specified slots. I thanked him, and vowed to never haul double-stacked pallets ever again.
So, with production shot for that hour, I somehow still managed to bring it back up to 'okay' status, hopefully enough to save my ass. I'd spent 30 minutes taking care of the mess, and had to log myself back on to the machine, as I'd been locked out. Alright, no one was hurt and there was the mishap of the day, but as always, you've got that positive outlook to get you through, now focus and get back down to A dock! I was driving back down to the end of A to grab some pallets, and was coming in at an angle so I could pull in and grab the next pair, and went to crank the handle to slow down. Nothing. I cranked it good another time, still nothing. I was heading straight for the wall! I hit the emergency stop, still nothing! By this time, I was cursing the machine to hell and back, and had no time to think, just hold on and pray. I ran right into the slot and hit the wall. All I was missing was a trip label. Before the shock once again set in, I looked around at the machine. God damn bastard had somehow locked me out! I had just scanned my badge 20 minutes beforehand! And when you are not logged in on the machine, you ain't goin' nowhere.
I took in my surroundings; I had run into a box of junk, and taken out an old ice machine. Poor ice machine had a worse day than I did. Well, hope they weren't planning on using it anytime soon. I ran to the phone and called my manager, and asked him to come down to where I was at. I was shaking so bad I couldn't stand, and this time I really was upset. Holy crap I just crashed into a wall! Physically, I didn't have a scratch on me, how, I don't know. Jonathan came down with a guy from maintenance to inspect the machine, and I explained what happened. So I forgot about the whole 'just-let-go-of-the-machine-and-hold-on-and-pray-because-it-will-stop-immediately' thing. The maintenance guy took the machine for a spin and brought it back, saying he found nothing wrong, and the way they talked, they didn't believe me, even though they saw the damage. So, this guy that had worked for the company who manufactured the machines had no explanation for why the hell I just got locked out, and could have been hurt, or worse? That pissed me off, but I told them I would keep the machine, just because of the fact that it is easy for me to steer, and I'd keep a VERY CLOSE eye on it.
I didn't get a lick of trouble out of it after that.
So after I calmed down, and talked to the two guys, I got back on and started up again. I kept focused and hit production the rest of the day, in spite of the day I'd had. And it was a pretty good day! Even though I had those two events happen, it was still a good day. Later on, I passed up Jonathan and he motioned for me to pull over. He walked up to me and informed me that on Friday, I had out-hauled all of the receiving haulers in our building. My mouth dropped. I kept saying 'no I didn't!' in a shocked 'i-want-proof' voice. He just shook his head slowly, 'yes, ma'am'. He walked away after that, and I swear I stood there for five minutes saying 'no I didn't!' to his back. Talk about a motivator! Now I'm anxious to see my production report. They finally let me go around 5, and I was never happy to get out of there, mostly because of my arm hurting from working it so much, and never so happy to put that weekend behind me.
Whew, I've been at this for an hour now, and I believe it's time for bed. What a weekend, and I'll be interested to see what this next one will bring. Hopefully everyone will be back together over in my 'home' building, some of my closer friends/buddies have been slaving over in the other building. I miss them.
More as it happens...show's over, folks. Goodnight.
1:50a
Guess I am more recovered from the weekend than I thought; 2am on my second night off, and I'm wide awake. Of course, it could be contributed to the fact that I fell asleep for about 30 minutes while watching a movie (guess I just had a 'power-nap', and why does that irk me so much...). Or it could be Mother Nature screwing with me. Guess that explains all the yelling and cursing I did over the weekend.
This weekend was another of those 'straight-out-of-the-twilight-zone' weekends. I don't remember Friday to save my life, except that us haulers had to stay until 7, so naturally I was pissed of, of course. I'll get back to Friday. I was in charge of two docks by myself Friday and Saturday (A and B), and they had nearly every door open. No problem, really. I made sure to keep clearing out space for each door as the unloaders went along, kind of like a race to keep up. Saturday, they made excuses on why there wasn't as much overtime this year, compared to last year, and all I heard was 'blah,blah,blah'. There are other people getting overtime, from different areas, while the rest of us are just plain getting screwed. Now I learned that they may not send us to the stores this year to help out. It just keeps getting worse! Alright so I'm getting off the main point here. I don't remember what I did on Saturday, or how early I got to leave. Sunday started off great! I was only put in charge of A dock, and had only one unloader under my care. I nailed production by hauling the leftovers off A dock, and hitting B dock, in the first three hours, even while stopping to chat with a few lift drivers! I took my first break, and was ready to get back out and keep the momentum going....
Now this is when the universe got somehow thrown off-balance. I started right off the bat by going down to C dock to see what it had to offer. There sat two double-stacked pallets. Yes! Quadruple hauls! Right off the bat I'm getting four hauls. I picked them up, and went on my way. I turned down the assigned isle, slowly, 1) because I am still not experienced yet and 2) you just have to take your time with double-stacked pallets, and it's hard to trust their integrity. I passed a palled sitting off to the side, and was certain I had passed safely, when I heard the tell-tale sound of tearing shrink wrap and falling boxes. Thinking they were about to fall over in my direction, I jumped off the machine and booked it. I heard a crash behind me, and I didn't stop running until I was sure I'd be in the clear. When the noise stopped, and I wasn't dead yet, I turned around. Thank God the pallets fell the opposite direction! It looked like a demolished tower, and oddly I had a flashback of 9/11, the way the pallets looked. I was shaken up, thinking a pallet was about to come down on my head (my toe was bad enough), the cases themselves were light, so I wasn't worried as much about that.
The shock set in, and I shakily went to investigate; as I was passing the stray pallet, the second set of pallets on my forks clipped it, causing the tower to come crashing down. I managed to flag down a lift driver, Casey (so I can now put another face with a name, thanks to J.R.), and he helped me clean up the massive spill. He was even nice enough to take the pallets to the specified slots. I thanked him, and vowed to never haul double-stacked pallets ever again.
So, with production shot for that hour, I somehow still managed to bring it back up to 'okay' status, hopefully enough to save my ass. I'd spent 30 minutes taking care of the mess, and had to log myself back on to the machine, as I'd been locked out. Alright, no one was hurt and there was the mishap of the day, but as always, you've got that positive outlook to get you through, now focus and get back down to A dock! I was driving back down to the end of A to grab some pallets, and was coming in at an angle so I could pull in and grab the next pair, and went to crank the handle to slow down. Nothing. I cranked it good another time, still nothing. I was heading straight for the wall! I hit the emergency stop, still nothing! By this time, I was cursing the machine to hell and back, and had no time to think, just hold on and pray. I ran right into the slot and hit the wall. All I was missing was a trip label. Before the shock once again set in, I looked around at the machine. God damn bastard had somehow locked me out! I had just scanned my badge 20 minutes beforehand! And when you are not logged in on the machine, you ain't goin' nowhere.
I took in my surroundings; I had run into a box of junk, and taken out an old ice machine. Poor ice machine had a worse day than I did. Well, hope they weren't planning on using it anytime soon. I ran to the phone and called my manager, and asked him to come down to where I was at. I was shaking so bad I couldn't stand, and this time I really was upset. Holy crap I just crashed into a wall! Physically, I didn't have a scratch on me, how, I don't know. Jonathan came down with a guy from maintenance to inspect the machine, and I explained what happened. So I forgot about the whole 'just-let-go-of-the-machine-and-hold-on-and-pray-because-it-will-stop-immediately' thing. The maintenance guy took the machine for a spin and brought it back, saying he found nothing wrong, and the way they talked, they didn't believe me, even though they saw the damage. So, this guy that had worked for the company who manufactured the machines had no explanation for why the hell I just got locked out, and could have been hurt, or worse? That pissed me off, but I told them I would keep the machine, just because of the fact that it is easy for me to steer, and I'd keep a VERY CLOSE eye on it.
I didn't get a lick of trouble out of it after that.
So after I calmed down, and talked to the two guys, I got back on and started up again. I kept focused and hit production the rest of the day, in spite of the day I'd had. And it was a pretty good day! Even though I had those two events happen, it was still a good day. Later on, I passed up Jonathan and he motioned for me to pull over. He walked up to me and informed me that on Friday, I had out-hauled all of the receiving haulers in our building. My mouth dropped. I kept saying 'no I didn't!' in a shocked 'i-want-proof' voice. He just shook his head slowly, 'yes, ma'am'. He walked away after that, and I swear I stood there for five minutes saying 'no I didn't!' to his back. Talk about a motivator! Now I'm anxious to see my production report. They finally let me go around 5, and I was never happy to get out of there, mostly because of my arm hurting from working it so much, and never so happy to put that weekend behind me.
Whew, I've been at this for an hour now, and I believe it's time for bed. What a weekend, and I'll be interested to see what this next one will bring. Hopefully everyone will be back together over in my 'home' building, some of my closer friends/buddies have been slaving over in the other building. I miss them.
More as it happens...show's over, folks. Goodnight.
Thursday, October 11, 2012
Let the party begin! (sort of)
Music: "On the Floor,"-JLo
5:20p
I've had another one of those emotional weeks again. From being focused on work an extra two days, to wanting to break down on Tuesday night for apparently no reason other than I was exhausted by this point, to feeling excited for Friday, being upset last night when a friend and I had a fight, then forgetting everything and just kicking back a few Mike's and feeling completely elated and not a care in the world. And now, I'm back to being torn between being excited for tomorrow, and being focused on getting work done.
So let's work backwards. Sunday night, I left work, so tired, and wondering how the hell I was going to make it two more days. My arm was hurting, two of my fingers in my left hand have been numb for two weeks (not a good sign). But I knew I had to pull through, and I wanted some overtime, for once. I don't remember anything past the time I got home Sunday night. I tried to sleep a little longer on Monday morning, but I had too much to do before work. I went to work, and they pushed us all across the street, where all the holiday action was going on. They threw me to the wolves! :P That was the first time I'd ever experienced DTS first hand, and it was very interesting, to say the least. The place was filled with stuff, and was a mess. I spent most of the night lost, as this was new territory. Welcome to the world of hauling! Around 1am, exhaustion hit, and I wanted them to put me out of my misery, send me home! I left around 2:30, and didn't get home til 3. Went to bed around 4. Night one, done!
I wasn't ready for another day. I went back in Tuesday afternoon, so not feeling in the mood to do anything but go back to bed. Thankfully, I was back 'home' where I knew my way around a little better, but my mood wasn't in top form. Four days I'd worked already, and this was my first five day pull. I was tired, I wanted to go home, go see friends, have a life. I nearly broke down at random moments, emotions all hitting me at once. Pull yourself together! You can do this!
After taking a second break, I was too focused on work to notice my mood, but oddly enough, I felt better. They finally let us go around 2. Yes! Two days off! Finally! Yesterday had its ups and downs, and after getting into a fight with a friend, somehow, we worked it out, and it'll probably happen again, that's the type of person they are. Said friend starts an argument, says some less than friendly things, doesn't act any better, and I always end up upset. I finally had enough, and ripped into them. I pray for whoever has to be on the receiving end of that when I'm the one dishing it. After all was said and done, I was hungry, so I grabbed a slice of pizza from the fridge. Hmm, there sat my 6-pack of unopened Mike's. Next night is a work night, here's your opportunity, Jamie Lynn. (Did I mention tomorrow is my 29th birthday?) Fuck it, I'm getting drunk tonight!! Damn was that fun! Always drink from the comfort of you own home, kids, but watch those damn stairs! Those are a bitch to climb when you are drunk! Heather would have laughed at me. :P I think I found my bed around 3:30, I'm not sure. It was dark and I wasn't in my right mind.
Tomorrow is my birthday! I can't believe I'll be 29! I am excited, but I know I have to focus on work first, and that is a bummer. I am celebrating for real next week, when I get all of my friends together (the one that likes to fight all the time will sadly be absent, but more alcohol for me! lol). But still, when it's your day, you want to have some fun am I right? I am working straight OT hours tomorrow, and that right there is my motivation to make it through the day. I'll be 29, and oh my God where did this year go?? Am I another year wiser? Hardly, but I've learned some tough lessons this year. I didn't meet my main goal I'd set for myself when I turned 28, but I did cross one thing off of my list, and this is only the beginning.
I am off to wreak havoc elsewhere, while I'm still free from being on a machine all day. Let the birthday wishes commence! :D Oh, and, have a good day. :)
5:20p
I've had another one of those emotional weeks again. From being focused on work an extra two days, to wanting to break down on Tuesday night for apparently no reason other than I was exhausted by this point, to feeling excited for Friday, being upset last night when a friend and I had a fight, then forgetting everything and just kicking back a few Mike's and feeling completely elated and not a care in the world. And now, I'm back to being torn between being excited for tomorrow, and being focused on getting work done.
So let's work backwards. Sunday night, I left work, so tired, and wondering how the hell I was going to make it two more days. My arm was hurting, two of my fingers in my left hand have been numb for two weeks (not a good sign). But I knew I had to pull through, and I wanted some overtime, for once. I don't remember anything past the time I got home Sunday night. I tried to sleep a little longer on Monday morning, but I had too much to do before work. I went to work, and they pushed us all across the street, where all the holiday action was going on. They threw me to the wolves! :P That was the first time I'd ever experienced DTS first hand, and it was very interesting, to say the least. The place was filled with stuff, and was a mess. I spent most of the night lost, as this was new territory. Welcome to the world of hauling! Around 1am, exhaustion hit, and I wanted them to put me out of my misery, send me home! I left around 2:30, and didn't get home til 3. Went to bed around 4. Night one, done!
I wasn't ready for another day. I went back in Tuesday afternoon, so not feeling in the mood to do anything but go back to bed. Thankfully, I was back 'home' where I knew my way around a little better, but my mood wasn't in top form. Four days I'd worked already, and this was my first five day pull. I was tired, I wanted to go home, go see friends, have a life. I nearly broke down at random moments, emotions all hitting me at once. Pull yourself together! You can do this!
After taking a second break, I was too focused on work to notice my mood, but oddly enough, I felt better. They finally let us go around 2. Yes! Two days off! Finally! Yesterday had its ups and downs, and after getting into a fight with a friend, somehow, we worked it out, and it'll probably happen again, that's the type of person they are. Said friend starts an argument, says some less than friendly things, doesn't act any better, and I always end up upset. I finally had enough, and ripped into them. I pray for whoever has to be on the receiving end of that when I'm the one dishing it. After all was said and done, I was hungry, so I grabbed a slice of pizza from the fridge. Hmm, there sat my 6-pack of unopened Mike's. Next night is a work night, here's your opportunity, Jamie Lynn. (Did I mention tomorrow is my 29th birthday?) Fuck it, I'm getting drunk tonight!! Damn was that fun! Always drink from the comfort of you own home, kids, but watch those damn stairs! Those are a bitch to climb when you are drunk! Heather would have laughed at me. :P I think I found my bed around 3:30, I'm not sure. It was dark and I wasn't in my right mind.
Tomorrow is my birthday! I can't believe I'll be 29! I am excited, but I know I have to focus on work first, and that is a bummer. I am celebrating for real next week, when I get all of my friends together (the one that likes to fight all the time will sadly be absent, but more alcohol for me! lol). But still, when it's your day, you want to have some fun am I right? I am working straight OT hours tomorrow, and that right there is my motivation to make it through the day. I'll be 29, and oh my God where did this year go?? Am I another year wiser? Hardly, but I've learned some tough lessons this year. I didn't meet my main goal I'd set for myself when I turned 28, but I did cross one thing off of my list, and this is only the beginning.
I am off to wreak havoc elsewhere, while I'm still free from being on a machine all day. Let the birthday wishes commence! :D Oh, and, have a good day. :)
Wednesday, October 3, 2012
Where's the 'pause' button?
Music: random shit on YouTube
12:05a
Dear clock/time/whatever...can you please stop moving so damn fast? It's already October 3rd for crying out loud, and I feel like time is passing way too fast for comfort! My birthday is in 9 days, I'll be another year older, and starting next week, I'll be on overtime at work! I didn't say I was ready for everything to hit so fast, so soon! But here I am, I made it to October, after a year of hammering into my head that this was where I wanted to be a year from now, working the crazy hours my friends told me about, making some big time money. And now, it's about to become reality. The next 8 weeks are going to be interesting, and I'm sure very, very tiring. I've gotten used to the four days off during the week, I'm not ready to let that go, nor am I ready to not have time to hang with friends. Or sleep. Or relax. And I haven't been doing the last two for a week and a half now...my energy was at an all-time low, I felt completely drained. At night when I *finally* crawled into bed after taking an unwanted 4-hour nap each night, I'd wake up every so often, sometimes from weird dreams, sometimes for no reason at all.
Last night was strange. When I finally dragged my ass into bed at 3am this morning, I kept waking up. I would hear the trains blowing by. Next time, I heard the kids running to catch the bus. At this point, I thought about getting up and just forgetting about sleep altogether, as it was 6:30 now, but I was out again before I could really consider it. And that's when I had the dream that really disturbed me, and I woke up, sweating and trying to catch my breath. By then, it was 8am, and I all but gave up, and finally got up. It wasn't a nightmare by any means, just one of those that are created just to confuse the hell out of you and make you wonder about people. I lay there, thinking about what deeper meaning it could have had. And then, today was total deja-vu, and that dream kept creeping back into my memory. It's one I won't soon forget, but I'd really like my peaceful sleep back before the shit hits the fan. I may just go insane from lack of good sleep.
I spent a good deal last night on the internet (after yet another unwanted 4-hour crash) researching what possible link anxiety could have on all of this, and the signs are (well, *were*, now) all there, and I know I have a touch of it running through my veins right now, plus there were other factors in all of this (Dear Mother Nature: Fuck. You.), and I've never been so completely wiped before. I took another iron pill this morning (as I've been doing off and on this week, trying to peg the problem), and this is the first time in nearly two weeks where it's 12:30am, and I'm not asleep. Now maybe I can get back on a regular schedule...
All that aside, it's been a very lazy, but good week. I'm not ready to see it go, but I have a job to do, and the madness won't last forever, and I'll go on to the next thing..whatever that may be. I'm getting excited about my birthday, even though I have to work, and I'm getting excited to see the benefits of working long hours, even though I know I will be exhausted.
Things are amping up......
12:05a
Dear clock/time/whatever...can you please stop moving so damn fast? It's already October 3rd for crying out loud, and I feel like time is passing way too fast for comfort! My birthday is in 9 days, I'll be another year older, and starting next week, I'll be on overtime at work! I didn't say I was ready for everything to hit so fast, so soon! But here I am, I made it to October, after a year of hammering into my head that this was where I wanted to be a year from now, working the crazy hours my friends told me about, making some big time money. And now, it's about to become reality. The next 8 weeks are going to be interesting, and I'm sure very, very tiring. I've gotten used to the four days off during the week, I'm not ready to let that go, nor am I ready to not have time to hang with friends. Or sleep. Or relax. And I haven't been doing the last two for a week and a half now...my energy was at an all-time low, I felt completely drained. At night when I *finally* crawled into bed after taking an unwanted 4-hour nap each night, I'd wake up every so often, sometimes from weird dreams, sometimes for no reason at all.
Last night was strange. When I finally dragged my ass into bed at 3am this morning, I kept waking up. I would hear the trains blowing by. Next time, I heard the kids running to catch the bus. At this point, I thought about getting up and just forgetting about sleep altogether, as it was 6:30 now, but I was out again before I could really consider it. And that's when I had the dream that really disturbed me, and I woke up, sweating and trying to catch my breath. By then, it was 8am, and I all but gave up, and finally got up. It wasn't a nightmare by any means, just one of those that are created just to confuse the hell out of you and make you wonder about people. I lay there, thinking about what deeper meaning it could have had. And then, today was total deja-vu, and that dream kept creeping back into my memory. It's one I won't soon forget, but I'd really like my peaceful sleep back before the shit hits the fan. I may just go insane from lack of good sleep.
I spent a good deal last night on the internet (after yet another unwanted 4-hour crash) researching what possible link anxiety could have on all of this, and the signs are (well, *were*, now) all there, and I know I have a touch of it running through my veins right now, plus there were other factors in all of this (Dear Mother Nature: Fuck. You.), and I've never been so completely wiped before. I took another iron pill this morning (as I've been doing off and on this week, trying to peg the problem), and this is the first time in nearly two weeks where it's 12:30am, and I'm not asleep. Now maybe I can get back on a regular schedule...
All that aside, it's been a very lazy, but good week. I'm not ready to see it go, but I have a job to do, and the madness won't last forever, and I'll go on to the next thing..whatever that may be. I'm getting excited about my birthday, even though I have to work, and I'm getting excited to see the benefits of working long hours, even though I know I will be exhausted.
Things are amping up......
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