Just 5 More Minutes

Last night I fell asleep rather quickly, but I couldn't stay asleep very long. I would wake up, look at the clock, sigh and then fall back asleep. I must have done this at least five times. Then the dog tried waking me up at 5am. I told him to go lay down and finally got up when my alarm went off at 6am.

I stumbled out of bed, got ready for work, took the dog out and then waited for the carpool to pick me up. It was difficult for me to keep my eyes open on the ride to work. So as soon as I clocked in I got some caffeine in me and was fine from there.

I got out of work at noon and as soon as I got home we left again to go run errands. After that Master and I relaxed a bit at home before I went to go pick up my prescriptions, which took forever. I swear those people are on permanently on the slow-motion function.

So all well and good so far. Master and I watched some TV and I got comfortable on the couch with one of Master's hoodies on. He could tell I was ready to pass the hell out so He asked me what time I wanted to be woken up at. I said in about a hour and a half. I promptly zonked out.

He woke me up when I had asked Him to and I woke up and looked at Him through groggy eyes. He knew I was still exhausted so He told me He would wake me again in about an hour. That ended up being at 9pm. Thankfully I don't have to get up early tomorrow as I know damn well I'm going to be up until at least 2am or until Master goes to bed, which ever comes first.

I'm really glad that the weekend is finally here. This work week has been mentally exhausting and in some ways I think that's actually worse than being physically worn out. Why? Because my mind wants to shut down but my body hasn't had that physical work out to wear it out which brings me to that really weird place where my mind is telling me I should sleep and my body is like "But we haven't done anything!"

So hopefully, when we finally go to bed tonight, I'll be able to fall asleep and stay that way until morning.

Pushing Myself

Although this is only a 2 1/2 day work week, it is kicking my ass. I only have a four hour work day tomorrow, thankfully. But yesterday and today have kicked my tail. I came back to quite a bit of work waiting for me after my four day weekend. Since I carpool to work I have no say in what time I get to work (as long as it's on time) and I have to leave on time as well. So that leaves my lunch hour and cranking out as much work as I possibly can.

Yesterday I only took a 15 minute lunch. Today I took a 20 minute lunch. My lunch "hour" is normally 45 minutes long. And I do not get small breaks during the day. No 15 minute breaks. Just an extended lunch.

But since I was cutting my lunches so short I was busting my ass all day yesterday and all day today without much down time to speak of. As a result tonight I'm tired and sore. I feel worn out and it's only been two days of work. Sometimes I think I push myself too much at work. But I want to do a good job, I want to make a good impression. I want to keep my job and I figure the best way of doing that is to do as much as I can the right way every time. Yes I make mistakes, obviously. But they are minor and few and far between.

As a result, I bust my tail and sometimes it bites me in the ass. (No pun intended.) Tonight is one of those nights. I feel worn out and just kind of blah.

Although tomorrow is looking promising. I only have a four hour work day. Shortly after I get home Master and I are meeting His dad for lunch. We haven't seen him in a few months now so it'll be fun to catch up. After that the car goes in for an oil change. Then? Nothing. We can just chill and have a good time. Saturday we are going down to spend time with my mother. So that should be fun as well.

Well I've spent about 9 hours typing on a computer today at work. So I think I'll cut it short right here.

What Is This Sleep You Speak Of?

Last night Master and I reluctantly decided that we should sleep rather than fuck. He isn't used to having to get up at the ass crack of dawn, and I've just had one hell of a week at work. Yes, great exciting news on the new position that I'll be moving to in a few weeks, but my work load has been insane this week due to the office being closed on Monday and everyone trying to play catch up.

But even with us going to bed at a decent hour, we didn't get much sleep. Neither of us could really stay comfortable, the dog kept trying to jump on the bed and then not want to lay down (because he's weird) and so we were up on and off through out the night.

When the alarm went off at 6am I wanted to throw it at the wall, but decided against it just as quickly. Master and I got ready, I took the dog out, and then we left. We picked up AM and headed to my job. MZ had today off work so Master and I were giving AM a ride to work this morning and his fiance would be picking us up from work.

We thought traffic was going to be worse than it was, so we ended up getting to my job about an hour early. I wished Master good luck on His first day, gave Him a kiss, and He headed out.

I dicked around a bit and then finally clocked into work and started my day. Like I said it was very busy, so I was forced to wake up more quickly than usual.

The day seemed to drag on, and on, and on.

Finally it was time to clock out and AM's fiance picked us up. They dropped me off at home and Master and I ate dinner while He told me about His first day at work. He said they mainly just filled out paper work and watched power point presentations while sitting in very uncomfortable chairs.

Needless to say both Master and myself are pretty much dead on our feet tonight.

I have off tomorrow but will be getting up when Master does so I can run to the gas station and put gas in the car while He gets ready for work. My paycheck hits tomorrow, otherwise I would do it tonight.

I can't wait to find out when I'll be starting my new position. I'm going to start a little countdown with sticky notes at my desk at work as soon as I know the exact date. :-D

I still haven't told V that I'm transferring out of our department. I probably won't until I know the exact date. She's going to be pissed. She has asked to be transferred three or four times and has been denied her request. I ask once, and boom, I get it.

See, hard work and dedication do pay off! It just takes a while sometimes.