Wiped. . . May 18, 2007Posted by Administrator in Idiots, Personal.
. . .exhausted, burnt out.
Rough tally of events:
Thursday: 5:30, roll out of bed.
6:00 Hit road for Spokane.
9:30: Arrive Spokane, watch kids in music competition. COrrect papers during few dull moments.
1:00: Hit road for home, at very high speed.
3:15: Arrive 15 minutes late to conduct job interview.
4:30. Fall onto bed for 15 minute nap.
4:45: Pile kids into car, pick up dinner, back to work to help set up and judge “talent show”, requiring me to be on stage and ad-libbing for almost 3 straight hours.
9:30 PM. Arrive home, fall into coma.
5:30: Roll out of bed.
6:30: Arrive at work, find three solid hours of backed-up work waiting for me.
9:30-2:00: Teach classes, pretty much non-stop.
3:30: Must leave work, and bike at top speed to an arts show that I am “volunteering” my time at to run the sound.
Oh yes, and that show: We open TONIGHT, having NEVER RUN A TECH REHEARSAL YET. This is a combination earthquake, tornado and train wreck scheduled to happen all at once. And the women running it -one in particular- are utter shrikes. I am in this only because my wife -whom these shrikes have been treating little better than a much-loathed indentured servant- begged me to help her out.
The students today wonder why I have bloodshot eyes and why I’m not smiling at ANYONE.
I can handle single 16 hour days on occasion. Two in a row, especially with one that has the shite associated with it like today, tends to render me a wee bit cranky. There is a limit to the amount of stress and grouchy disregard for my wife and I that I can take, and I am pushing right up against it just now.