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llcoolvadFor the last few weeks I have been helping out with a serious staffing shortage at work by working nights. I've been pretty unhappy with it, really. I always think of myself as a night person, but I like being a night person at home doing stuff I like, not at work doing stuff for The Man, you know?
Mom's not happy with the whole thing, either, but she's been especially freaking out for two weeks because 1. we had the wall in the hallway repaired, 2. had the cable guy in, and tomorrow morning 3. the landlord is coming in to paint the hallway where the wall guy plastered. She has ridiculous anxiety whenever anyone comes to visit, stemming from many years of being a packrat and never owning her own property.
We have a couple of huge bookcases in the hallway loaded with books that we need to get out of the way so he can paint. I told Mom that I'd do that when I got out of work, and not to worry about it. She called me THREE times at work today fretting that it was going to be too hard, and that she should call the landlord and reschedule. I had to yell at her enough to make her laugh so she'd get the heck off the phone so I could finish my shift.
This is a long buildup to why I'm so damned tired this very minute: I got out of work at 10pm. I had to pick up cat food, so I stopped at Stop & Shop and did some shopping. Came home, put groceries away. Put the rest of the Red Sox game on (we won, yeah!), started carrying books from the hallway into the living room. Finished carrying books, bookcases, several boxes, a small table, a lamp, etc. all into the living room. Swept and washed the hallway.
To wash the floor I had to first go into the basement to find my mop (Mom had been trying to fight the last basement flood with mops, sigh); while I was there I took clothes out of the dryer, put the clothes in the washer into the dryer, and brought the dry clothes upstairs. Then I had to put the dishes in the dishwasher away, put the dirty dishes in the sink into the dishwasher and wash the pots and pans so the sink would be empty to wash out the mop bucket. Then find a new mop head and change the old one. Since I already had the bucket full of warm soapy water I figured I should also do the kitchen floor, so I had to pick up the cat dishes, sweep the floor, then move the chairs and wash.
I retreated to my room to let my handiwork dry. Folded the laundry, put it all away. Went back to the kitchen, changed the catbox, washed the pantry floor. Emptied out the soapy water and filled bucket with clear water, washed the floors all again. It's 12:30am now, I just sat down. It feels a little unreal that 2.5 hours ago I was loafing at my desk. Ah, happy times.
Anyway, now I'm sore and I think the landlord is coming bright an early, oh joy. Instead of waking up to the guys rebuilding the intersection outside our house (as I have done for the past three weeks), tomorrow I'll probably wake up to my landlord and paint vapors. I can't wait for this all to be over.
At least it's giving me perspective about being at cozy work instead of miserable home at night!
Mom's not happy with the whole thing, either, but she's been especially freaking out for two weeks because 1. we had the wall in the hallway repaired, 2. had the cable guy in, and tomorrow morning 3. the landlord is coming in to paint the hallway where the wall guy plastered. She has ridiculous anxiety whenever anyone comes to visit, stemming from many years of being a packrat and never owning her own property.
We have a couple of huge bookcases in the hallway loaded with books that we need to get out of the way so he can paint. I told Mom that I'd do that when I got out of work, and not to worry about it. She called me THREE times at work today fretting that it was going to be too hard, and that she should call the landlord and reschedule. I had to yell at her enough to make her laugh so she'd get the heck off the phone so I could finish my shift.
This is a long buildup to why I'm so damned tired this very minute: I got out of work at 10pm. I had to pick up cat food, so I stopped at Stop & Shop and did some shopping. Came home, put groceries away. Put the rest of the Red Sox game on (we won, yeah!), started carrying books from the hallway into the living room. Finished carrying books, bookcases, several boxes, a small table, a lamp, etc. all into the living room. Swept and washed the hallway.
To wash the floor I had to first go into the basement to find my mop (Mom had been trying to fight the last basement flood with mops, sigh); while I was there I took clothes out of the dryer, put the clothes in the washer into the dryer, and brought the dry clothes upstairs. Then I had to put the dishes in the dishwasher away, put the dirty dishes in the sink into the dishwasher and wash the pots and pans so the sink would be empty to wash out the mop bucket. Then find a new mop head and change the old one. Since I already had the bucket full of warm soapy water I figured I should also do the kitchen floor, so I had to pick up the cat dishes, sweep the floor, then move the chairs and wash.
I retreated to my room to let my handiwork dry. Folded the laundry, put it all away. Went back to the kitchen, changed the catbox, washed the pantry floor. Emptied out the soapy water and filled bucket with clear water, washed the floors all again. It's 12:30am now, I just sat down. It feels a little unreal that 2.5 hours ago I was loafing at my desk. Ah, happy times.
Anyway, now I'm sore and I think the landlord is coming bright an early, oh joy. Instead of waking up to the guys rebuilding the intersection outside our house (as I have done for the past three weeks), tomorrow I'll probably wake up to my landlord and paint vapors. I can't wait for this all to be over.
At least it's giving me perspective about being at cozy work instead of miserable home at night!
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Date: 2007-06-20 01:13 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-06-20 07:32 pm (UTC)No, I'm reserving your brute strength for Air Conditioner Install Day 2007™, which will be coming soon to an apartment near me.