Dear sweet pete, is it Friday yet?
Apr. 17th, 2003 09:05 amI have a 4-day weekend coming up. I had assumed I would have this little break -- I did last year -- but what with the war and the extended hours there were threats that we'd have to be open the entire weekend, which would have definitely lessened my chances of getting the entire thing off. Luckily, my boss managed to convince her boss that since there was only one show going live, there wasn't any point in paying people to be here. So, four days off. Yay!
Honestly, I think it's the best thing they could have done, at least for my productivity. I'm really in a daze lately, plus this week I've been having all sorts of stomach pains, and I'm really looking forward to not having to carry on coherent conversations. As it is, I'm pretty sure there have been moments at work where I wandered off in the middle of a conversation. My co-workers already think I'm anti-social and don't talk enough; now, I'm sure they think I'm rude as well. But I'm not, I swear. I just have no powers of concentration. Well, that, and I keep forgetting that most people think small talk is a good thing.
I intend to use this weekend for sleep, among other things. I didn't realize quite how tired I really am until I fell asleep on the streetcar this morning and missed my stop. However, I'm determined to do at least one memorable thing this weekend, so that when I go back to work I will feel like I had a holiday.
And now I have Madonna running through my head. Sigh.
Honestly, I think it's the best thing they could have done, at least for my productivity. I'm really in a daze lately, plus this week I've been having all sorts of stomach pains, and I'm really looking forward to not having to carry on coherent conversations. As it is, I'm pretty sure there have been moments at work where I wandered off in the middle of a conversation. My co-workers already think I'm anti-social and don't talk enough; now, I'm sure they think I'm rude as well. But I'm not, I swear. I just have no powers of concentration. Well, that, and I keep forgetting that most people think small talk is a good thing.
I intend to use this weekend for sleep, among other things. I didn't realize quite how tired I really am until I fell asleep on the streetcar this morning and missed my stop. However, I'm determined to do at least one memorable thing this weekend, so that when I go back to work I will feel like I had a holiday.
And now I have Madonna running through my head. Sigh.