This has all happened before…

…and it seems I’m doomed to suffer through it again.

Tonight is my first of three overnight shifts to cover a leave and a vacation. Hopefully Five O’clock Somewhere will be back (or replaced) by the time the next vacation rolls around. All I know is the overnight crew is better staffed now than they were when I had them, so they’d better flipping well get the job done. And there are enough of them on their last reprimand that if they call-out just to avoid me then they’ll be looking for jobs somewhere else. I wish them luck with that.

Watching Teen Titans right now. I couldn’t sleep. I think I slept from 0600 to 1000, then again from 1100 to 1300, and somewhere I drifted off again until 1500. I am soooo screwed as far as sleep goes, but I should be worn out enough to sleep pretty well tomorrow.

Had some stuffed salmon fillets I bought at work for lunch. They were really good. Of course that’s probably the reason I bought them, right? I got twelve six ounce servings for just over $34, not bad at all in my opinion. Just slap ’em in a 350° oven for twenty-five minutes and they’re perfect. Of course if I’d had anything besides water to drink with them they’d have been that much better. I’ve got to get some instant rice packages for the next time. One fillet won’t fill you up and two without a side is just boring. I’m thinking one with some seasoned rice (fried or Mexican style probably) would be the bomb.

The overnight manager whose days off I’m supposed to be covering is having to come in for a bit tonight to work on her schedules. She doesn’t normally do them and completely forgot about them. They don’t take that long, I’d have just stayed over this morning and knocked them out to save a trip. Being a manager at my job kind of reminds me of something they used to say on ER, "the longer you stay, the longer you stay." In other words, get while the gettin’s good!

I have been having some seriously strange dreams and thoughts and urges lately. Probably just have to work those out in a private entry. I’m not even sure I’ll let Ember in on those. Speaking of which she’s started a tattoo, it looks cool.

I have GOT to start walking and exercising again. I’ve cut back my calorie intake some (but not as much as I should) and I’m quickly running out of time to make "significant progress" before my next visit to Dr. K. I told her if I wasn’t where she wanted me to be (or at least making  a good start) I’d consent to go on whatever diet she prescribed, even if it meant eating nothing but cottage cheese and apple sauce. I’m seriously not in the mood for that.

I’ve got a little dangly thing on my right arm up near my armpit that I’m going to see if Dr. K can cut off. It’s been there for the longest time, but it’s started to hurt so now I want it gone. Some time ago Ember suggested I use a sheath knife or scissors on it. I declined. Not enough booze in the world to get me that numb. Seriously.

17:25 now. I have to be there at 19:45 so I’ll probably leave here at 18:45 to have time for a quick snack when I get there. I guess I should start getting ready now.