Holiday Hell Time has Begun
I know I’ve been neglecting my poor, sweet blog lately. But I’m not sure it’s going to get any better anytime soon. The good news is that it has nothing to do with my health. The past two months have been spent in a back-fill position at work. That means I’m doing work on a higher level, but without the pay… and it’s a hell of a lot more work. I’m willing to do this because not only do I want the training, but they’re using this as a way to see who’s qualified to be promoted (already had my interview, cross your fingers for me). And on top of learning all this fun new stuff, they’ve added two new processes to this level that the people training us also had to learn at the same time as us back-fill folks.
Now add the holidays to this equation. I’ve hated December ever since taking this job. Here, December always means rushing around trying to do normal Christmas and holiday chores AND work lots and lots of mandatory overtime. Last year we were even told we had to work the day after Christmas… even if it was our normal day off for the week (it was over my “weekend” and I was very pissed off about having to work that day). On the plus side, I generally make enough in overtime to double my paycheck for the last two weeks of December and the first two weeks of January.
This year the overtime started in October, and I’m trying to work an extra eight hours a week while still making it to all the hockey games, trying to fix up the house, and baking all the birthday cakes for friends (why does everyone have birthday in November? Seriously people–stop it!).
But I miss writing. I also miss posting hockey photos after every game. Hell, I miss taking photos at the hockey games. And I have several cakes that I haven’t put up here or on Flickr yet (including a Doctor Who cake). I think my new best buddy for the next few months will be several cartons of the 5 hour energy drinks.
Caffeinated blogging. The best kind.
I have today off and I know I should be scrubbing the bathroom right now instead of blogging. But I have stories and photos from our Hockey and Heels night with the Texas Stars.
Bathroom scrubbing wins this time.
Maybe later I’ll have time for the story about Brad Lukowich and the mustaches, or the one about kitty Prozac.
Or maybe I’ll end up passed out exhausted on the couch without cracking open my computer again.