feuervogel | I am ded of ded.

Today, I checked 1450 prescriptions, and I stayed until 7:45 -- 45 minutes beyond my normal leaving time! My ankle started hurting suddenly, and my knees are swollen. I blame the incoming low pressure system. OK, also standing for 8.75 hours.

I also got a call from my agenty person, K, who says that W, the manager guy, wants to keep me even longer, on a 2-week-ly basis. WHAT THE FUCK. I thought they had a guy starting this month! Now he wants to keep me into April?

I can't keep doing this! I need to edit my novel, and I have a ton of party prep I'd planned on having next week available for. I also have a short story to write. Oh yeah, and NINE

springkink prompts to write, starting the 16th. and maybe also spend some time with the boy I'm not-dating. Or whatever.

Irony: The money I'll make in these additional two - four weeks will cover tuition and room & board for Viable Paradise, but if I don't have some time off, there's no fucking way I'll be able to get my application materials together.

So I have to call K back tomorrow, and I'll need to work something out. Maybe fewer hours again. The 1-7 worked out fairly well, if frustrating at times. (though Mondays I'd go in earlier; Mondays are nucking futs.)

I'm going to go collapse now. In theory, I want to get up and work out tomorrow. I feel lazy.

I am ded of ded.

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