Guess what, less-than-loyal readers? I hated my old job. Still with me?

It was an exciting prospect (being the original staff for a new rehab facility) that lead me down the road of disappointment (only full-time job they would offer me was graveyards, despite my willingness and ambition to work day shifts) and ultimately became a burden, because my sleep schedule is a holy order from various gods and deities. I NEED 8 hours at least a night or I go bonkers.

So this morning, at 7:30am, I completed my final 12-hour shift with Old Job, hugged a few people, clocked out, drove home, waited up for the FedEx guy, waited up for the husband so I could see him during the waking hours for once this week, and (short story long) got to bed about noon. I also just woke myself up at 5:15pm and considering I’d been awake about 20 hours,  I’m not seeing this as a good sign.

When I am done blogging I will make some food and plant my cute lil ass on the couch to watch bad TV and nap well into the evening. I was going to go get some laundry done (I bought new sheets and a duvet for T and H to use while they stay here over Xmas….don’t worry, I’m using the Walmart gift card New Job gave me for the holidays) but I honestly can’t be bothered, and IF I can muster the energy to do any chores, it’ll be cleaning up the house after a week of Moro-Destruction….she gets destructive when she’s bored, and when her parents are home they’re sleeping, so she is VERY bored.

BUT I DON’T HAVE TO GO TO WORK TONIGHT OR TOMORROW NIGHT!

So, to do this weekend/Sunday:

1. Laundry: work clothes and linens for our houseguests
2. Xmas postcards for at least 10 people/couples
3. Decorate stockings for T and H
4. Clean house to the point where I’m not embarrassed to have guests
5. take out recycling and trash
6. clean out Roomie’s old room and move the futon upstairs=Guest Room!
7. keep to my diet schedule, and put new batteries in the scale so I can stop living in magical pretend land
8. wrap present for Roomie and Girlfriend
9. Plan outfits for the week, accounting for inclement weather
10. Sleep like its going out of style, which it apparently is, BRAIN.
11. Hang out with Roomie’s kids
12. Set aside workout clothes and put in car so I can go right from work on Monday to the gym.

 

Totally realistic and feasible, no?

Ugh, I have to go make some tuna patties for lunch/dinner. 335 calorie meal. I chose this path because the alternative is to eat like an idiot and feel like shit constantly.

But I’m still drinking on occasion, so I will have to work out to cut down calories that sit ever so smugly on my ass.

however, Zombies, Run! is not slated until Monday.

I’ve missed you, Loyal Reader, let’s not have big gaps in my writing again, k?