Monday, July 11, 2005
"What have you done?!"
The title of this post is what my body has been saying to me for the past two days. And let me just add that I find it particularly unfair that I feel jet-lagged, but I didn't get to go anywhere or do anything fun. The time is 12:45 p.m., but it feels more like 9:45 a.m. because I just woke up at 11...when my alarm went off. In the last 48 hours, I have worked for 16 hours. "Big deal," you may be saying, but when you consider that those 16 hours were all within a 28-hour period, and that they were in the middle of the night, you can begin to understand. I'm pooped.
It's really amazing how little you can get done in nine hours. That's about how long it took Corey and me to build two massive walls-o-denim. The denim for the first wall was even pre-sized and folded. In the straight 28 hours that I'm aware people were working on this floorset, we still didn't finish. Of course it didn't help that last night we were almost finished with one wall when our manager realized that she had told us to build it in the wrong place, and we had to start all over again.
Retail is fantastic.
But I suppose I shouldn't complain. It is money that I need, after all, and I did survive. I'll get back into a routine soon enough, and my body will go back to normal. And it really can't be a bad week since I get to see Jen (Carnahan) Cook on Wednesday, whom I have not seen in an unnecessarily long time. A time of inappropriate volume in public (including raucous laughter) is now pre-ordained.
It's really amazing how little you can get done in nine hours. That's about how long it took Corey and me to build two massive walls-o-denim. The denim for the first wall was even pre-sized and folded. In the straight 28 hours that I'm aware people were working on this floorset, we still didn't finish. Of course it didn't help that last night we were almost finished with one wall when our manager realized that she had told us to build it in the wrong place, and we had to start all over again.
Retail is fantastic.
But I suppose I shouldn't complain. It is money that I need, after all, and I did survive. I'll get back into a routine soon enough, and my body will go back to normal. And it really can't be a bad week since I get to see Jen (Carnahan) Cook on Wednesday, whom I have not seen in an unnecessarily long time. A time of inappropriate volume in public (including raucous laughter) is now pre-ordained.
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