But most of the time -- and again, I'm not blaming anyone, this rises only to the level of annoyance -- I don't know what I'm doing at work, and therefore I don't know what time I need to get in, sometimes until my last day of my workweek (usually Friday), and sometimes I don't know until I get in to start my workweek (usually Monday). Beyond knowing what time I need to get in and thus knowing what time I need to set my alarm, I would want to know what I'm doing -- whether I'm doing data entry, I'm in The Third Department, or The Fourth -- before next week starts so I can get into the right frame of mind. Each different position requires doing different things, obviously, and I want to know what I'm expected to do each day of the week before that week begins. Again, I understand I might not know when I want to know. Things come up, such as my co-worker being in traction for a while. Also, my boss is real busy.
But when things change on me, I have to alter my plans. Let me be selfish and rant here. I was given my work schedule for this week on Friday. There, I was supposed to come in to work early on Friday only. And considering we have been asked to stay beyond our shift to key almost on a regular basis since, oh, the year started, my plan was to work a bit extra yesterday/Tuesday, go to the post office downtown, mail my taxes, then celebrate by going to a fancy restaurant downtown.
My co-worker being out injured switched around my entire week. Now, my early day was, actually, yesterday/Tuesday. And while I had to stay a bit after to get all the data entry done, I got done before the post offices (at least the ones here) closed at 5. That meant I didn't have to pay for parking downtown to file my taxes at the downtown post office, which closes at 8. Yeah, that could be seen as a good thing. But I don't like it when my plans are changed for me, even if it means I could get home earlier than I thought and wouldn't have to pay for parking, which is a huge pet peeve of mine. I spent a substantial portion of my workday wondering if I should just go to downtown anyway, even though I would be there way earlier than I thought. Ultimately, though, the facts that I could mail my taxes before the conventional workday was over and could do it without paying for parking convinced me I should move this dinner at the fancy restaurant, which I was looking forward to, to another day. (I also realized that the Twins were playing at Target Field last/Tuesday night. I don't think they're getting any crowds, even though they're playing quite well right now, but I didn't want to risk any chance of losing my temper over traffic.)
However, having my evening freed up invited another opportunity I had to spend some mental bandwidth contemplating: Working out. I haven't been to my gym in weeks, and after bellyaching over, well, my aching belly after eating so much while watching the WNBA Draft Monday night, this might be a sign that I could, and should, work out. But I remembered I also had a plan of finishing off the two ginger beers that have been open for weeks in a dark 'n' stormy. Not knowing what to do, I decided to go home after eating dinner at a mom-and-pop Mexican restaurant and try and sleep. If I couldn't lose consciousness in half an hour, I'd get up and work out. Instead, I woke up around 7:30. I walked up and down the street for exercise instead. And I drank my cocktail.
Still feel kind of bad I haven't gone to the community center. But that's what happens when your work schedule changes on you.
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