Last week I worked 62 hours. In five days. Thursday I clocked 17 hours (9:00 a.m. to 2:00 a.m. Friday morning) and then was in my chair at 9:00 a.m. on Friday.
I’m fucking tired.
The irony of this is that just a few months ago I was told they’d probably have to lay me off—we weren’t busy enough.
This is the time of the year that my industry gets busy, but it’s never been like this. This is insane. So insane that I just realized this morning that Thanksgiving is in a couple of weeks. Since I’ve hosted Thanksgiving for the past 10 years, I can’t believe I forgot. By this time in November, I’ve had my menu planned for a couple of weeks, I’ve gotten a head count (anywhere from 15 to 25 people), and I’ve ordered my turkey. This year? I didn’t quite register that it was November.
Since I obviously can’t guarantee that I’ll have much time to get things ready, I ran out and bought 5 pounds of apples today and made the filling for my apple pies. I’m trying to make my menu and the accompanying grocery list, but I’m so tired that I’m scattered.
I know the first part of this week will be crazy but I hope the second half will be a little better. I need a break. And I need some rest.
Good lord, woman. And I’ve been bitching about a little grading. . . .
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