I Knew It Was Going To Be Bad

But I truly had forgotten just how difficult it is for me to do the 40 hour/week on the rest of the world's time frame. Specifically, I'd forgotten that my natural sleep patterns just don't dovetail with the Western World's timetable. If I go to be at a reasonable hour, either I can't get to sleep until 1:00 or so, or else I do fall asleep only to wake up about 3:30, & then toss and turn for the rest of the night. Waking up tired & sleep deprived. The other scenario is to stay up until my natural bedtime, somewhere between midnight and 1:00. Then I fall asleep easily & quickly, and sleep the night through. Only it doesn't seem to be enough sleep, as it's hard to wake up and I feel tired and sleep deprived during the day.

And the rescheduling! Meetings now only possible after work or at the weekend. Meetings every night this week but tonight. Two last night. Pedicures now have to be scheduled months in advance, hair cuts too, since I can only get them done on a Saturday. And since this is the busy season with the haggis biz, Saturdays are at a premium.

The great wonderful thing is that Monterey Bay Aquarium has another great white shark! They had one last year, caught about this same time of year. They kept her until sometime in the spring, when she started noshing on her tank mates. Of course my son & d-i-l had dithered around, and didn't take Ross to see her. Ross cried when his dad told him the great white was gone. Ross adores sharks, especially great whites. So obnoxious grandma is going to make sure he gets to see this one. And of course his dance card is pretty full, with soccer games and play dates and birthday parties. Mine is full too, with the haggis vending, etc. I think we may get to go next weekend, or definitely the weekend after.

The job isn't hard or taxing, at least not yet. The longer I'm there, the more my work load will grow but noone there seems to be going down for the third time, which is the normal situation in that profession. It's just hurtful for me to be cooped up inside, especially when we're poised for a glorious fall, my favorite season these days. And of course being tired all the time doesn't help. Neither does being depressed, which is my normal state of affairs when I'm forced into wage slavery.