Boy, do I have some Tales to Tell...
Monday, March 19, 2007
 
It's been a crazy two weeks at the new position. The person I report to is still a bit needy. BUT... I am learning to just deal with it. So, I go in, I work, I go to lunch, I work more, I leave after my eight hours of service. I've had the past two weekends off and this coming weekend will also be off for me. The two weeks following that will be hellish since it is opening week for our store. It'll be fine since it will only last for two weeks. Then, it's back to the regular grind.

One thing that I have to say is: how do most of you do it? How do you do this 9-to-5 grind that includes getting on crowded subways and fighting with crowd everywhere? In my second week, I came home grumpy everyday. Mike could barely do anything to comfort me. I don't know how people handle the madness of it all. I'll be glad when my off-hour shifts start again. I get to go to the gym when it isn't crowded. I get to actually not rush through my workout to get home so I can make dinner before 9:00pm hits. I can't wait.

It has been nice being able to spend evenings home with my husband. But next week, I return to my regularly offset retail hours. Thank goodness for retail hours. Later.
 
Comments:
i feel that way a lot too.
 
As much as my work schedule sometimes annoys me (I miss weekends and holidays), I LOVE not having to commute with the masses. It makes me crazy when I do have to do it. Who thought rush hour was a good idea?
 
Amen! For most of my work life, I had second-shift or weekend work. Now that I'm self-employed (or work 15-hr days for Rick Steves), I'm still opposite everyone else's schedule. Wouldn't have it any other way. I'd die if I had to go back to an office... ick.
 
People always give me this weird look when the subject of non-9-to-5 hours come up but, truth is, once you do them, you can't even imagine going back.
 
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