Listening to: Clap Your Hands Say Yeah! (self titled)
Work drained me last night. Like completely.
Normally Fridays are my night to just stay in and watch movies and relax. Im usually awake at 6am on Saturday mornings to make that trip to Nanaimo for training, so I don't like to do anything too strenuous the evening before.
Work though ugh sometimes work brings me up and gets me pumped, and other times it just takes all my energy and leaves me disheveled. Last night was definitely the latter. We gradually ran out of just about everything, plus we had to do so much re-prep and we were short staffed. The cooks working last night were all fairly new too (except for myself and one other) and they were so slow at just about everything.
Oh, but Im not going to complain a bunch about work, because thats what I seem to do all too often lately. The point is that I was dead. I got off work at around 11:30, which barely gave me time to make it to the video store before they closed. Luckily I was able to rent "I ♥ Huckabees. (I havent had time to watch it yet.)
I completely shut down as soon as I got home.
Thats not to say that I went to sleep though. I didnt sleep until around five in the morning. I couldnt. I was too wound up from all the work. My roommate went to bed early, so his girlfriend and I stayed up for awhile talking about all the change thats about to go down. Eventually she wanted to go to sleep too, and since I was left alone I made an effort to rest as well. I tossed and turned for about an hour before I decided to get up and do some of my own studying for that Financial group that I was supposed to train for this morning.
Sleep only found me after the sun was coming up again. I did not get up at six. I got up at 1:30.
Mentally, Im in an odd place right now. Im not depressed, but all this coming change is leaving me weary. I feel like Im always taking on too much and too little at the same time. My constant quest to be productive is because I dont think Im ever doing enough. Im not working enough (enough hours anyways), Im not cleaning enough (always a mess here somewhere), Im not doing enough for the financial company (missing training), Im not writing enough (except for these entries), Im not reading enough (except for useless internet news), and worst of all, Im not having any fun or spending any time with anyone (except for going to the club, which is usually a hollow sort of company at best).
Blah.
That fourteen year old girl ran into me on my way home yesterday afternoon, and she followed me back to my apartment. She was only here for about an hour, but it so reminded me of the days when I could just go hang out with a friend and do nothing for a few hours. Oh how I miss the days when I would visit my friend Lucy and we would just go out for an icecream, or to drink tea by the water, or to listen to music or whatever.
Ah, but enough reminiscing. Im just weary and wishing for company.
I should stop writing now. I have to eat something before I die. And then Im going to be productive (in the sun hopefully) for the remaining hours until my shift tonight. Its my Friday, thank goodness!
(Somebody has actually given me a topic worth writing about, but Ill have to get to it tonight or tomorrow. I dont have the energy to do it right now.)
Work drained me last night. Like completely.
Normally Fridays are my night to just stay in and watch movies and relax. Im usually awake at 6am on Saturday mornings to make that trip to Nanaimo for training, so I don't like to do anything too strenuous the evening before.
Work though ugh sometimes work brings me up and gets me pumped, and other times it just takes all my energy and leaves me disheveled. Last night was definitely the latter. We gradually ran out of just about everything, plus we had to do so much re-prep and we were short staffed. The cooks working last night were all fairly new too (except for myself and one other) and they were so slow at just about everything.
Oh, but Im not going to complain a bunch about work, because thats what I seem to do all too often lately. The point is that I was dead. I got off work at around 11:30, which barely gave me time to make it to the video store before they closed. Luckily I was able to rent "I ♥ Huckabees. (I havent had time to watch it yet.)
I completely shut down as soon as I got home.
Thats not to say that I went to sleep though. I didnt sleep until around five in the morning. I couldnt. I was too wound up from all the work. My roommate went to bed early, so his girlfriend and I stayed up for awhile talking about all the change thats about to go down. Eventually she wanted to go to sleep too, and since I was left alone I made an effort to rest as well. I tossed and turned for about an hour before I decided to get up and do some of my own studying for that Financial group that I was supposed to train for this morning.
Sleep only found me after the sun was coming up again. I did not get up at six. I got up at 1:30.
Mentally, Im in an odd place right now. Im not depressed, but all this coming change is leaving me weary. I feel like Im always taking on too much and too little at the same time. My constant quest to be productive is because I dont think Im ever doing enough. Im not working enough (enough hours anyways), Im not cleaning enough (always a mess here somewhere), Im not doing enough for the financial company (missing training), Im not writing enough (except for these entries), Im not reading enough (except for useless internet news), and worst of all, Im not having any fun or spending any time with anyone (except for going to the club, which is usually a hollow sort of company at best).
Blah.
That fourteen year old girl ran into me on my way home yesterday afternoon, and she followed me back to my apartment. She was only here for about an hour, but it so reminded me of the days when I could just go hang out with a friend and do nothing for a few hours. Oh how I miss the days when I would visit my friend Lucy and we would just go out for an icecream, or to drink tea by the water, or to listen to music or whatever.
Ah, but enough reminiscing. Im just weary and wishing for company.
I should stop writing now. I have to eat something before I die. And then Im going to be productive (in the sun hopefully) for the remaining hours until my shift tonight. Its my Friday, thank goodness!
(Somebody has actually given me a topic worth writing about, but Ill have to get to it tonight or tomorrow. I dont have the energy to do it right now.)
nikonjustice:
you and me are like, restaurant buddies! Although I know your restaurant is much classier than mine. Our staff drinks in the kitchen ALL the time. And the bartenders give it away freely. It rules, and it makes a slow night much more fun!