whiski_sour: (Danno's on hold)
I've been working three jobs for a while now. I'm lousy with time, but I know I've been doing it for over a year. There hasn't been one week that I can think of that I didn't have to work at at least one job. Even the week of Christmas, I worked. For me, a break is when I only have to work one job during the week.

You know what? I'd like a vacation.

I realize that I don't work REAL jobs. Teaching homeschool to the nieces, babysitting for the neighbor's 13 year old grandson, working floorset for a clothing store once or twice a month, I know they all don't count in the real world, where I'm nothing but a worthless, slacking loser. But for me, they count. And I want a break from them.

I'd like a break from some of the household chores, too, the grocery shopping and cooking and such.

Is it wrong that I want to take a solo vacation? To just go somewhere for a week (hell, I'll even take three days), have no obligations, not have to go anywhere. I could just sit in a room somewhere and write all day.

I sound like a wife and mother. Sometimes I feel like one, only I'm a single mother and my two kids are older than me. I'd like to leave them on their own for a week, let them fend for themselves, then come back and see who's still alive.

I'm working on it. I'm saving up the money so I can run away for a few days.

I need the break.
whiski_sour: (Better with Teddy)
I survived the week. I went to the Cubs game Monday night, ran sleep deprived for two days, didn't get to bed until after two in the morning two straight nights, and got a reprieve when the kids came down with the pukes so I didn't have to teach Spanish. The trouble is that illness cost me money and I spent more than I thought I would for the game.

The game was a blast. I went with my friend Harry. He met me there and was running a little late because he got out of work later than he wanted and then traffic was a bitch. Meanwhile, I kept walking around to stay awake. Despite a good night's sleep and a little nap and much in the way of caffeine, I was felt exhaustion creeping. Once Harry got there and the game started, I was good to go. Even though the Cubs lost, it was worth the lack of sleep to get one more game in. Can't beat 5 dollar tickets.

I did my second floorset. I had my own shop to do. It was simple enough, but I'm not familiar with the stock and the floor had been changed around so I wasn't sure where things were and I ended up going much slower than I wanted to. I felt dumb. I know it will get better once I get used to how things are done, but I still felt like I was holding up everyone. One of the other girls came over to help me and things went quicker after that. We didn't get out until after 1AM because it was a big set and there weren't enough people scheduled.

The next night it was just windows dressing and accessories. I did jewelry and accessories with another girl. Most of the girls I work with are much younger than I am. They're in college or went to college, most of them are/were in sororities. I cannot relate much, but I do like listening to their stories. They're amusing. And they're all very nice so far. They put up with this old lady beautifully.

I'm hoping to get some new clothes when I get my bills under control. I'm tired of looking like a slob.

That last bit doesn't have much to do with the rest of the post, but it's been on my mind this week, so I think it counts.
whiski_sour: (Fiona TCB)
I'm resetting my sleep schedule. I'd like to be able to get up a little earlier and achieve coherency a little quicker upon obtaining consciousness. I'm hoping I can retrain myself to do that this week.

So far it's gone okay, but I'm not ruling out the possibility of any crankiness. At the very least I expect my charm to lose a little of its luster. But that should only be temporary.

I'm hoping this adjustment will help with the tiredness and concentration problems I've been having lately.

If not, I'll just send my brain into the shop.
whiski_sour: (*headdesk*)
I know several people were up at all hours last night to watch Harry Potter. I did not go see the movie, but I was up at all hours.

I probably fell asleep a little after two and I woke up at 4:30 to a storm. Nothing serious, but I decided to go to the bathroom.

It was the wrong decision.

My body treated the early morning pee break as the signal that my nap was over. Sometimes after a couple of hours, I'll fall back to sleep. This was not one of those times. I figured that out by about seven.

So, I officially started my day. The only good thing about getting up that early is that I got to watch Imagination Movers.

I like that show. I like the songs. Shut up.

I did get to take a three hour nap later in the afternoon, though. And despite the lack of sleep, I was surprisingly coherent and productive.

Though the sleep deprevation might explain why I ended up watching a biography on the BeeGees.

I don't know why else I'd watch it.


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February 2014



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