So yesterday was my first day of work in two weeks. Of course, I had a full 1-10 shift, which is really not the best way to reintroduce your body to working on concrete. And for those who’ve never had to work on straight concrete, yes, after even as short a time as 3 days straight of not working, your body is basically being reintroduced to concrete. It’s just not something you ever get used to.
So I was already in for a stiff morning for that, but apparently last night both Ryan and Willow loved me a whole damn lot and couldn’t stand to be 3 inches away from me so I spent the whole night tossing and turning, in a spot not even wide enough for me to lie on my back. It’s sweet ‘n all, but sweet doesn’t trump painful when you’ve got an elbow in your already aching back.
I could’ve picked up the cat and moved her, sure, but you try having that bright idea when you’re still basically asleep! She wasn’t responding to pushing at all so I just kept giving up. I couldn’t stop having crazy ass dreams about planets and galaxies–the tv was on *sigh* Ryan had the remote on his side and I couldn’t find it buried anywhere.
Hiho Hiho….shorter shift today, but 8-3 on a Sunday isn’t exactly a picnic. I promise.
September 23rd, 2007 at 4:32 pm
Ugh, 1-10. I used to work retail and those second shift hours were the worst, they just rip out the middle of the whole day. I could never relax knowing I would eventually have to go to work, and then once I got off there was nothing to do.