I was reminded that I still have to update with part two of my courtroom drama. Which will still be done. I just need the time. And I don't have it now because I was called to go in 2.5 hours early again today. So the topic of this entry is how much I've worked just at my day job this week.

I was scheduled for 48 hours this week. If I do not get called in early tomorrow I will be up to 59.5+ hours. And here's how.

Sunday I was scheduled 2-10pm. The third shift worker never came in and the first shift worker came late. So I ended up working 2pm Sunday until 8am Monday morning. I didn't get home until 10am so the first shift worker covered my second shift because I didn't get home until so late there was no way I'd be able to go in. So that gave me 18 hours for that shift.

Tuesday I was scheduled 2-10pm. But Brad had to get called in because the third shift person that was supposed to work Sunday and Monday night apparently quit. And our first shift person's babysitter was too sick to watch her daughter so she come into work. So Brad had to work third and first shift. But he was too exhausted from his automotive job so he asked me if I could come in 2.5 hours early and if I could work two hours later to give him time to sleep before he came in for third shift. So I ended up working 11:30am until midnight. There's 12.5 hours.

Yesterday I worked my actual 2-10pm shift. The first shifter had to bring her daughter to work because of no babysitter.

Well she brought her daughter in today and our District Manager called to say he'd be at the store by 12:30pm. So the first shifter called to ask me to come in at 11:30am again so that she wasn't in the store with her daughter when our DM came. So as long as i leave on time..which I should and had better..I'll be there 11:30am until 10pm. Another 10.5 hours.

And as long as I'm not called in early tomorrow...I will have my 2-10pm shift.

And of course I have to work my night job from 11:30pm until 4:30am on Friday night.

Rough, rough week. And as God as my witness...this paycheck sure as hell had better be worth it.

My back hurts so badly. Halfway through my shift my legs will hurt badly. No customers had better get 'testy' with me...or I very well may go nuclear!

Well here's hoping that you're coping with whatever may be ailing you now. I will post again A.S.A.P. and the jury duty conclusion will be forthcoming. I just need the time to type it up.

Have a great day. Text me if you can. I'll need the 'companionship'. *hugs*

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I realize that I still have yet to post the second part of my real life court drama and I promise that I will. But I haven't had the time to post with both of my jobs and now that I have a scant amount of time, I finally have a bunch of other things to share. Well maybe not quite a bunch...but a good bit certainly. So the second part will be coming up....it's just a MUCH longer post (which you can certainly believe based upon the length of the first one!) so at least for now you get this smaller entry....a commercial between the parts if you will.

Sunday night sucked. My reliever at work came in late. Technically he was 3 minutes early for his shift but he had agreed to come in earlier because I needed to be outside by 9:45pm to catch the 9:50 bus. Which I must add is the last one of the night...which gets me to the train station in time for the last train of the night. He shows up late because he didn't set his clock ahead so when his mom woke him up he thought it was 8pm and his mom had already walked out of the room so he couldn't "yell" at her for waking him up what he thought was early and therefore she couldn't tell him that it really was 9. By the time he wakes up and realized what time it is..he gets there about 9:57. I went outside and waited 35 minutes just to make sure that it wasn't running late.

No bus.

I texted one of my friends that lives about 10 minutes from the town where I work and tell her that I believe that I'm screwed because I missed the last bus of the night. She asked me what I'd do, out of curiosity. I said that I'd have to sleep at my boss' desk in the back office on the rolling office chair until 6am when she'd get there. And then occupy myself from 6am until my shift started at 2pm. Then work 2-10pm and go home that night. Does that sound like it would suck to you? Well it would have. And she said she thought so too. She said that she'd pick me up to stay at her place then she'd drop me off in the morning. I'd still get to work way early but I wouldn't be sleeping in the back office.

She picked me up at work. I told her that I hadn't gotten to eat all day because I woke up a little too late (more about that in a minute) to eat anything before work and I was too busy at work to eat. We stopped at the McDonalds across the street and take the food back to her place. I eat. Watch a little tv. And then decide that I need sleep badly.

The previous night I had worked at my night job. Due to pushing the clock forward an hour I got out after 5am instead of the usual 4am. I get home around 5:30am. Fall asleep around 6am. Had to wake up at 9:45am to get ready for work and catch the train. So I was exhausted. Which just added to my troubles of this night.

I must forewarn you of some of this. It's gross and pretty graphic. But it's something that's going around so I will discuss it. And you too will most likely agree that this night did truly suck. It's something that was passed around at my night. Chad had it but it made him vomit only once or twice. Boy did I surpass that.

At first I thought I was woken up by what was Acid Reflux as I used to have problems with that when I was younger. I could certainly feel the acid creeping up my throat. But when I had Acid Reflux sitting up usually helped ease it. Well at first sitting up had helped. But shortly the sensation grew far worse and I need that I had to hightail it to the bathroom. What followed was at least a 10 minute purgefest. I am not sure that I can explain just how badly it hurt. Everything I'd had for dinner (all the food I'd had in at least 24 hours) left me. Everything I'd had to drink that wasn't further along in my system was evacuated. Then nothing was coming out. But my body tried it's damnedest to kick more out. It kept trying and trying until it found something. Then a few more heaves with substance.

My abdomen muscles hurt from the effort...perhaps like if I'd done 5,000 situps and then a world heavyweight champion boxer set in on those paining muscles for a couple of hours.

I cried.

I went back and sat down hoping that that was the end of it. If I had what Chad had he'd thrown up only once so that may have been it. But oh dear god that wasn't the end of it.

This continued roughly every 45 minutes or so...would last about 20 minutes. Which would allow me to doze for about 20 minutes every hour of the night.

She woke me up to let me know that she had to leave for work and that she was certain that I should call out. I said that we didn't have any coverage...but...there was no way in hell that I could make it through the night at work. Especially with as contagious as this sickness seems to be, I'd get hundreds of people sick. I told her that I would call out. She left for work and then I passed out. I shot up about15 minutes later to run to the bathroom at semi-fullspeed. After another bout I saw that I'd missed a call from my store. I wasn't due in until 2pm and she had called before 8am. The message said that our first shift person had called out and she was alone in the store and wanted to know if I'd come in extra early so that she could get some work done. I felt even more horrible.

I passed back out.

I was woken up by my buzzing phone. It was my boss again. I picked it up only half coherent. She explained the situation. i explained mine. She said that I had to be there. We'd get a bucket if I needed one. I struggled to explain that my bouts aren't throwing up once and done. It's a 15+ minute process. And so far I'd passed out after each time. And it seemed that it was HIGHLY contagious. She told me to try to call my coworker that I had worked 10pm til 6am to see if he'd come in. I said that I would try. I sat the phone down. I ran to the bathroom.

The next bout left me hurting so badly...everything was blurred by the tears...after i had flushed the toilet I fell sideways. On the floor with my back to the bathtub. I was out immediately. I came to an hour or so later. So incredibly thirsty. Positive that I was 2 steps beyond dehydration seeing as how my body had thrown out everything that it possibly could.

I made it back to the couch. Sipped hesitantly at water. Afraid of the consequences. The next 6 hours featured me watching a little TV, dozing, waking up to my phone buzzing which I ignored and 2 or 3 more trips to the bathroom. But by 5pm or so it seemed that the vomiting had stopped but I was still very weary of putting anything in my stomach. My muscles hurt so badly from the effort but my stomach also hurt because it had kicked out the only food I'd had to eat in 36 hours by that point.

My friend came home from work. She made me some chamomile tea to try to help settle my stomach and made me some broth so I could try to get some nutrients into my system. After another couple of hours I was able to finish both tea and broth and hadn't had another episode. I slept some more. I woke up for good, got my stuff together and walked a handful of blocks to the bus stop. Waited 45 minutes. The bus came down a different street which let me see it but didn't come to my bus stop. It was the last bus of the night from that town. Sense a pattern?

I texted my friend to tell her. She said to wait there and she'd drive by, pick me up and take me to my usual bus stop near where I work. We waited in the car until the bus appeared. For once the bus made it on time for the next train. I walked from the train station to the apartment. And it felt sooooo good to be home. I turned on the heater and my 'lectric blanket. I had made myself some soups that I had here. I watched some episodes from one of my Friends seasons DVDs until I passed out. I slept without another event like the previous night.

I woke up a little early the next morning and was about to take my shower when I got a call from work. I answered. It was my boss. At first I was waiting to take an earful about never calling her back and her having been stuck there from 6am til 10pm when Brad was scheduled to come back in. She started out with an apology. She said that when you're sick, you're sick. She was sorry that she was the way that she had been on the phone with me. I said it was quite alright and in fact I barely remembered the phone conversation as it was. She told me that it was because Betty called out for her first shift shift and then the day before her boyfriend was standing on a steel beam welding and fell three stories and was bleeding internally in the hospital. I apologized for that news. And told her that while I didn't quite remember the call the previous day...that I can understand it. She asked me with honest concern if I would be okay to come in for my shift. I informed her that I was just weak and still dehydrated but I'd drink plenty of fluids at work and I'd be there in time for work...actually early as usual. She said that she was glad that I was feeling better but that she most likely wouldn't be at work when I got there because she would most likely be at the hospital visiting her boyfriend. I told her that I would have done the same.

That was those two days.

Now..briefly...last night I put $4 on Powerball. The 29 state lottery game. The jackpot last night was over $238million! Well my one game matched 3 of 5 numbers but not the powerball. This means that I won $7...again! This past year I've played Powerball 4 times. First time I played a dollar, won nothing. Then I played $2 (2 games). The first game matched 3 of 5 balls. Unfortunately the second game on my ticket had the correct powerball. Didn't do anything for me. However if that powerball had been up on the first game, the ticket would have been work $100 instead of $7. I played last Wednesday for $2. Didn't win. I played last night for $4 and won $7 on the second game. So let me spell this out. I've hit for $7 half of the times I've played. Every-other-time in fact! The chances of matching 3 of 5 is 1:290.11. I wonder what the odds of hitting it 2 out of 4 tries would be hah. But this year I've spent $9 on Powerball and I've won $14. I'm $5 up! And I'll keep putting something on it each night it runs until the jackpot is won and it drops back down. So I'm leaving for work in a few to cash in my winner haha

Well damn that was long anyway. Oh well. I'm certainly glad that you made it this far! I hope that you continue to come back. I've made my first NuTang payout! And for this I thank you for each and every time you've ever and ever will come here to read me. You rule! =0)

Have a supergreat day!

PS. Nobody won the jackpot last night so it's up to $275,000,000!!! What would you do with all of those zeros?! I want to read some entries about it =0)

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