I'm working about 23 extra hours this week, at my second job. Monday morning was the pits. I worked midnight to 6am, then got to work my usual 8-5 on about 2 hours of sleep. I was functional, but I wouldn't call myself 'keen' or 'alert'. I do not mind the evenings and weekends, but the night stuff is crap. I mentioned to one of the semi-managers that the sunday night thing wasn't going to work for me. I always have a weakness when it comes to telling someone that I will be unable to fulfill their expectations, but this is kinda serious to me, so I managed.
Worked aquatics and reptiles tonight. There ya go - boring details. Yknow, its kinda fun. I don't mind - heck, I'd go as far as 'like' - working with people. I'm fairly charismatic, and I adapt pretty well to having two or three things that need to be done "right now", so I don't mind retail. These 6:30PM to 9:30 or 10PM things are alright. Heck, would you believe that I managed to come home, exercise, run 3 miles, eat, and go to work at 6:30?
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