Working to Death
I do it all the time, and I didn’t know why it would be any different this time. I work myself NONSTOP until my body shuts itself down, DEMANDING I take a day off.
Started last weekend. I was determined to get my rent paid this week before I went on vacation, although I had a free month’s rent anyway. So, I picked up crazy amounts of shifts… looked like this:
Wednesday- morning shift, Thursday-double, Friday-morning, Saturday- double, Sunday-DOUBLE, Monday- DOUBLE, Tuesday(my usual day off), morning. And then my supposed day off, Wednesday… was Les Miserables…
I was a crying wreck at the end of that show. Nothing could stop the tears. The music was haunting, the voices were flawless, and I mouthed every word from my kick ass seat in the front row, dress circle. After I left, all I wanted to do was go get another ticket to see the next night’s performance. But, that is when I started to get that tickle in the back of my throat…
Thursday morning, I worked, and I gave up my night shift… one night off should be PLENTY. Friday morning, I woke up, sweating, but cold, my back feeling like someone used my back for batting practice. I shrugged it off. It was only one shift. So, when it cameto my GOOD shifts on Saturday, I could barely move. I was sweating and cold and clammy.
I had texted my friend Kim the night before. I was running a fever ever since Friday morning, and no amount of advil was breaking it.. in fact, it was rising. I freaked out, andher sister is a doctor. So, on Saturday when my throat felt it was closing on me, and I could barely straighten my back due to soreness, Kim dragged me over to my manager to get me sent home. He did just that, and I promised myself, I would be fine by my night shift. Not so. I could barely move. So, I was forced to take a DAY OFF. Liz doesn’t do DAYS OFF. Not with vacation around the corner. But, I did and on Sunday, I was REVIVED. It is amazing what a little sleep and relaxation could do.
Which.. I get a full ten days of that when I go to Florida next week. Can not WAIT! ::sigh::..
Oh… Brian has been texting me lately. Odd… quite odd. Makes me think that the online convo I had with him months back was actually Candice, and not him talking to me, but I could be wrong. Don’t jump to conclusions- it’s meaningless texting. I, in a drunken stuper after Illini lost the game on April fourth, texted him apologizing that his alma mater had lost. He texted me back. Then, later in the week, I got a “GO CUBS GO!” text, I simply respond. It’s all good. Don’t want anything to happen with him, but it’s nice to talk to him again. I always wanted to be his friend. ANYWHO…
Tomorrow is my offical day off, and I’m relaxing 🙂 Sorry… I jus re-read my entry, and it’s TOTALLY boring. ::falls asleep on it:: Later all 🙂
**EDIT**
This is how I feel. I think I screwed up the vacation. Because I have tickets to see a John Malkovich play (It’s FREAKING JOHN MALKOVICH!) on Tuesday, we can’t get down to Florida fast enough to go on a cruise with Mike’s parents. It’s Mike’s stepdad’s vacation before he starts a new job. Eh… why me? I feel so bad 🙁
So, the picture… I just wanted to play the picture game like everyone else… kinda scary, eh? Yes… I’m Irish… my skin may blind you.
sounds like you had a bad case of the mother fu%ker, glad you are feeling better. later,
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I’d like to see you when you aren’t making a funny face 🙂 It’s too bad you got sick, I’m glad you took it easy for a couple days. Missed cruise? That blows. ryn: I agree, it is against the girl code, but I didn’t even think of it that way, it was just disrespectful of her to treat someone that’s gone out of their way to help her with all the shit going on in her life. Ah well.
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interesting pic. perhaps a flash wasn’t necessary for the pic due to the glowing white skin 🙂
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your left eye is freaky hon. it’s funny tho 🙂 you don’t look all that irish to tell the truth; do people ask you that? this is going to kill me. i have to get on with it. i’m not going to allow this to die. peace
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