It’s a quarter past three in the morning. The only reason I’m up this late? A monster nap crept up on me, took me by surprise, destroying my semi-normal sleep schedule. It’s at times like this I miss working twelve hours a day.
Not because I love working long hours, although there are certain times when I’m addicted to work—but because it kept me on a schedule. Wake up at seven, bitch about waking up at seven, roll out of bed at seven-thirty feeling victorious, hit my knee/ankle/toe on something and bitch about it until I get a swig of something cold, get dressed and ready, drive to work, deal with work shit, get back home at a time that would be acceptable to fall asleep. Rinse and repeat.
Now, with the election (and consequently, my job) over and done with, I’m struggling to keep a good schedule. I’ll admit, after working twelve hours a day, six days a week for six weeks—I was ready for a break. And it was my birthday, so that’s always cause for relaxation. I can’t keep this schedule for much longer, though. Any time I get what others would consider a normal break, I start feeling that I’m being lazy, that I’m not being productive. Which is probably bullshit, but it’s still there.
It’s a good feeling, I suppose. A hell of a motivator, anyway. My last official work with the Kentucky Democratic Party was a meeting last Friday. I’m making my return to substitute teaching tomorrow, and I have a job interview lined up for Monday. I work fast.
So we’re clear, here: It’s now 4 AM, and I’m wide awake. I have to leave for school in three and a half hours (that sounded funny coming from a twenty-three year old). I must find some way to control six different classes of young, energetic, hormone-filled teenagers for a total of seven or so hours, then come home, pack a suitcase, and book it to Lex Vegas for a weekend jaunt. I must take care not to be too jaunty, due to the aforementioned interview scheduled for Monday, mid-afternoon.
Prediction? I’m going to finish this disc of Dexter before I start getting ready. Finally, a reason aside from porn to watch Showtime.