I'm exhausted, but at least I smell good. I started using a new body wash tonight and it smells pretty awesome. It's called Coconut Island Quench from Softsoap. I have to admit it kind of makes me want to shower more often.

I guess I'm kind of, but not really, halfway through my super long week. After I get through the shift tomorrow, I think, is the halfway point. It's going to be a long day. I was going to bring a change of clothes with me so that I could be more comfortable when I go to the bank/store, but I think I'll just deal with doing it in my uniform. I want to get home as quickly as possible and having to deal with bringing a change of clothes requires too much energy on my part right now.

Until tomorrow. . .

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The amount of time I spend at work really isn't that much. The commute to and from the second job takes a bit of time, especially since I never know what traffic is going to look like so I can't really push it like I can with the regular job. I know exactly how long it takes me to get there in the mornings so I know how far out I can push it before I'm late. I keep thinking that it's super exhausting working all these extra hours, and even though it can be, it's really not too bad. I still usually get a solid 6 hours of sleep a night, which is what I was getting before I got the second job.

It's the amount of free time that I'm sacrificing that makes it seem like it's more work than it is.

Also, I'm trying really hard to convince myself that my manager bumping in to me at work today was just a coincidence. He was walking behind me and pushed past me to get to something in front of me and bumped in to me in the process. No excuse me, no nothing {probably because he really needed to make that phone call} and it sent shivers down my spine. I had to actually work to not smile from ear to ear. *insert an 'omg, he touched me' moment* There's no way he would have done that on purpose ... right?

No, it's all in my head.

Until tomorrow. . .

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I felt shorter than normal today. I'm not sure why, but every once in a while, there are days when I feel taller than I am or shorter than I am. Today was a short day. I just felt like everyone and everything was way taller than me. I mean, I'm only 5'3" so I'm used to being short, but today just felt shorter... I know it doesn't really make much sense, but that's how I felt.

I decided to sacrifice my one day off this week by signing up for some overtime at my regular job. I could really use the extra money and with it being a day shift I will still have the afternoon to get my errands run. It's a payday so I would have had to leave the house anyway. I might just bring a change of clothes with me, though, so that I'm not tempted to just go home and stay home. If I have the clothes to change in to immediately after work, I'm less tempted to avoid my errands. The extra money will be on the last check I get before I leave for my trip so that'll be nice.

Alright, time to watch some videos and let my hair dry some before calling it a night. Hopefully the next two days go by quickly and smoothly. And having this extra day might make time appear to be moving quicker. I'll be dead on my feet by next Friday.

Until tomorrow. . .

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That feeling you get when you work so many hours that your days just tie together and you forget what day it is. You know the date because you have to write it down on stuff and tell people when they need to write it down on stuff, but the day itself is beyond you. I'm having issues with time this week, apparently, and it's only Monday ... right?

My manager turning me down for a date is only making me want him that much more. It's almost like I've been challenged and I must win. It's ridiculous, I know, but it equates to when someone tells you that you're incapable of doing something and suddenly you want to prove them wrong. I've still got it bad.

I'll probably be going to bed early tonight. Hopefully I'll have the lights off and the rain playing before 10. I have half an hour to get this accomplished and with as tired as I am right now, I'll probably succeed.

Until tomorrow. . .

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Reason number 7 about why napping on a Sunday afternoon is bad: when you wake up at 6:35{PM} thinking it's 6:35{AM} because it's just as dark at that time of night as it is in the morning and you panic because you think you're late for work by 35 minutes. Then you realize that it actually says PM on your phone and panic again thinking that your phone somehow froze and doesn't work anymore so now you have no idea what time it actually is.

Then it changes to 6:36pm and you realize you've panicked for no reason and should probably change your phone to military time to avoid future issues with being able to tell time when waking up from naps that shouldn't have been taken in the first place.

Ugh.

Today started out like any normal Sunday, but quickly turned in to a rather interesting, albeit annoying, day. We had a non-typical standby that consisted of a person coming down off some kind of drug. She was screaming nonsensical stuff at the top of her lungs and it was freaking out the other patients. We had to restrain her and it did nothing to quiet her down. It's sad, really, but there was only so much that could be done. This is why you don't do drugs, kids.

Now that I'm awake from my jaunt with not being able to register time of day correctly, I'm going to continue watching The Walking Dead. At least until I need to get to sleep for work tomorrow. 4 more days this week of working both jobs. Come on vacation. I knew this month would take forever, but it's taking longer than I expected.

Until tomorrow. . .

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The way this morning started out, I'm so ready for my vacation. First, I checked for my IUD strings, but couldn't feel them. So that caused me to go in to mini panic mode, except that I wasn't experiencing any pain, nor was I bleeding so I emailed my doc and headed out for work.

About 3 blocks from home, my tire pressure light came on ... again. For the 4th time in the last couple months. I didn't have time to stop on my way to put air in the tires so I just repeated over and over, "please let it be the cold, please let it be the cold." Just after that, my gas light comes on. Ugh! I knew the gas light was going to come on, but that just added to the bright warning lights in my face and the stress from making the mistake of trying to check the strings first thing in the morning.

The day itself wasn't too bad. It was a typical Saturday. After work, I got the tire guys to put air in my tires and I got my tank filled up. I also stopped at Ross on my way home so that I could get a couple new belts. I got both for under $20 so that was cool.

On my way home, traffic sucked and that made me even more drowsy because I wasn't moving very fast. I got home, got my laundry in and showered then rechecked for the strings and they were in the same place they should be. I'm glad that things have calmed down for the evening, but this morning was enough to nearly push me over the edge and be like, wtf is happening to me right now?

My clothes are in the dryer and I'm cooking up some tortellini for dinner which I will enjoy while watching videos. I'll most likely crash early tonight. It's barely 6:30 and I'm already exhausted.

Until tomorrow. . .

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