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Time passes
Aug. 27th, 2002 10:04 pmWork. Come home. Sleep. Work. That's my life.
Wake up at 6am, be out the door by a few minutes past 7. Work a 12-hour shift, 8am-8pm. Work through lunch and dinner breaks, so I don't get a chance to read or run errands or call anyone during the day. Work late, leave by 8:30pm if I'm extraordinarily lucky.
Home sometime around 9pm-ish, dinner and catching up with the sweetie takes about an hour. Be in bed by midnight, so start getting ready for bed by 11:30-ish. This leaves me not much more than an hour for reading my email, catching up on livejournal, making any phone calls, reading up on complicated cases, running errands, reading, watching tv, petting the cats, and... well, anything.
This is, among other things, lousy. It's a decent enough schedule when it's 4 days a week, with 3 days off, but I can't remember the last time I actually had my full 'weekend.' I forced a break a little while ago to visit family, but I had to use my only personal day to do that. I've been taking up everyone else's slack, and I've been working myself to a frazzle doing it. I don't even have time to go to the grocery, or wash dishes, or deposit the darn paycheck I'm working so hard for. My sweetie has been picking up the slack - cooking, washing dishes, running errands, and putting up with me being absent or exhausted for the past month or so, but there's only so much we can take.
Please, gods, let next month be calm. Please don't let the practice owner schedule me for any more Surprise Extra Shifts. Please don't let everyone else be on vacation. Please let things calm down. Please let me catch my breath....
Wake up at 6am, be out the door by a few minutes past 7. Work a 12-hour shift, 8am-8pm. Work through lunch and dinner breaks, so I don't get a chance to read or run errands or call anyone during the day. Work late, leave by 8:30pm if I'm extraordinarily lucky.
Home sometime around 9pm-ish, dinner and catching up with the sweetie takes about an hour. Be in bed by midnight, so start getting ready for bed by 11:30-ish. This leaves me not much more than an hour for reading my email, catching up on livejournal, making any phone calls, reading up on complicated cases, running errands, reading, watching tv, petting the cats, and... well, anything.
This is, among other things, lousy. It's a decent enough schedule when it's 4 days a week, with 3 days off, but I can't remember the last time I actually had my full 'weekend.' I forced a break a little while ago to visit family, but I had to use my only personal day to do that. I've been taking up everyone else's slack, and I've been working myself to a frazzle doing it. I don't even have time to go to the grocery, or wash dishes, or deposit the darn paycheck I'm working so hard for. My sweetie has been picking up the slack - cooking, washing dishes, running errands, and putting up with me being absent or exhausted for the past month or so, but there's only so much we can take.
Please, gods, let next month be calm. Please don't let the practice owner schedule me for any more Surprise Extra Shifts. Please don't let everyone else be on vacation. Please let things calm down. Please let me catch my breath....
