A storm moved in this morning, breaking the warm weather which had been adding to my lack of sleep. Working is now standing at thirty-one days without a day off. I finally had a day without any appointments or errands or chores that demanded attention. I fell to sleep immediately after hitting the pillow somewhere close to nine thirty this morning. I awoke a couple times for an instant and decided to stay in bed. I finally awoke for good a half hour ago. Close to eleven hours sleep; the first time for more than six hours in weeks. I most definitely needed that.
I hear rumors that I may get a real, full weekend this week. Two stipulations must be met as I understand it. I also understand that this can always change, but chances are better than not it will happen. There are only three people remaining that have had no break; four if one does not count most of a day off. That fourth person is the daytime coordinator, the remaining three are all on third shift. It comes down to this: I am the only operator for my machine on third shift. If I am not there, it will not be running.
*sigh*
Almost there. In another couple of weeks, the season will be through and third shift will be dissolved until next year.
I am still exhausted. The problem with being this tired? I fall to sleep however I land, meaning that my body is right now very sore and stiff…
Ugh…
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