I slept on Monday

I really feel that there needs to be a written account of my sleep habits this weekend.  Or rather lack thereof.  I stayed in bed or on the couch most of Saturday.  I didn’t feel well and I was starting to lose my voice.  Great.  Went to work overnight.  Went to morning church.  Went home and talked to Mom.  Took an hour nap.  Went back for evening church.  Left pretty much directly after the service ended with absolutely no voice.  Went home with the intention of watching TV until work time.  Fell asleep for about 90 minutes, to be awoken 20 minutes into my shift by my boss wondering where I was.  Crap.  Mad at myself I raced into work.  Worked the overnight.  Went home and tried to get to sleep.  Fell asleep probably around 9am or so.  Woke up on my own about 3pm and could not get back to sleep.  So I got up and had food and did stuffs.  Went walking with Stacy and church ladies.  Talked with Stacy for nearly 3 hours after walking for 1.  Showered and went back to hotel.  Went from the hotel to the church, the church to the hotel for a luncheon (know what day it is yet?)  and then back in for an afternoon shift from hell.  Got home about 30 minutes ago.  Thats Saturday to Tuesday.

Good points – The owner calling me at work and telling me I’m doing a good job.  The owner introducing me to a hotel bigwig at lunch and being oh-so-proud and impressed.  Getting to know the sales staff a bit more and being told they hear excellent things from me.  Being told by my boss that my shift emails are good and my questions are not stupid.  Being told that in 2 weeks decisions will be made about shifts and hours and most likely I will be full-time night auditor at that point.  Clarissa will be the other auditor. She and I hung out between the luncheon and our shift so we got to talk a bit.  She would rather work overnight every 2 weeks for 2 or 4 days than one day a week.  So hopefully we’ll be able to work with Becca into putting that in our favor.

Tonight… tonight is Tuesday.  Tonight I’m sleeping.  Hopefully.  I can’t feel my feet and when I can, they are painful.  I also can’t breath through my nose, which is just so much fun.  Tomorrow I get up, pack and pick up the rental car about noon – church all afternoon until choir.  After choir, I’m hitting the road for my grandmothers.  Well, technically my uncle’s for the night and Gma’s Thursday morning.  Spending Thursday and Friday until dinner with her.  After dinner I’ll have to leave to get back to work overnight with Clarissa.  Saturday morning I’ll return the rental car and try to figure out where the freakin week went.  Cause I think its Sunday right now and people are telling me no.

So incredibly tired.  This probably made no sense.