I am working this weekend's Vikings game. In a first, the guy with the production crew gave me the choice of coming in only on Sunday or both days this weekend. I thought, Hell, I need the money -- not knowing that I wouldn't be working with production at all but instead just being a gopher for the entire crew.
That means that I will be working (not counting being an extra last Sunday) 12 straight days for now until next Saturday. That's totally cray-cray, but it beats not working. I'm taking this as making up for all those months not working. Then again, I could totally be singing a different tune if I'm burned out from working.
Moreover, I will have to wake up early both Saturday and Sunday. Which means there won't be a single damn day I won't have to wake up in the morning, which is something I hate to do. I immediately go back to my 7 a.m. job on Monday, so staying up right now blogging this is freaking me out. I have to be at work by 8 this morning, and when contacting the crew supervisor I will be working for this weekend, he told me that I would have to be up even earlier on Sunday, and he gave a little snort when he said that. I hope he's not a dick.
Felt tired and hit the hay at 10:30, but woke up at 2:30 and haven't been able to sleep since. I'm reconciling my monthly expense list and folding my clothes while I blog this in order to get tired again. But my mouth was so dry waking up that I had to drink a Pepsi, which will probably assure me of staying up through the late night. Doesn't help that I was told by this supervisor to get donuts, and I've decided to be fancy by going to a special place in town that has, like, the best donuts.
I should be asleep, but there are so many things I have to do, plus I'm wide awake. Weird energy right now.
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