So then she said...

My body is so fucking sad that, somehow, tonight will only be four of seven in this particular work week . . . 

It’s 3:07 and I’m already home. I clocked out at 2:29. That’s ridonkulously early, but here’s what happened: Since tonight is My Monday, I checked the schedule. For some reason which I cannot understand, it says that I am working seven nights in a row. Tonight, then tomorrow night, then five more nights before I get another weekend.

Does Chef really think I want to work this much?

Is he hoping I will drop dead before these seven nights are over, and that way he won’t have to fire me?

I mean, seriously. I have been trying to let it go and move on, but ever since I showed up and saw that my schedule had been changed without any kind of notice, I can’t help but worry that someday soon I will show up and see that I have been fired without any kind of notice. 

Unfortunately I am not surprised that Chef would schedule me for seven nights in a row and not tell me first so soon after switching my schedule to overnight shifts without telling me first.

But it seriously doesn’t make sense that we have apparently gone from “no one is doing this job and that’s fine” to “Ryan needs to do this job seven nights in a row” so quickly.

Can I just write my own fucking schedule from now on? Four nights a week and I’m done, I fucking swear.

Yesterday I started the live-action Harley Quinn & Birds of Prey PLUS “Cassandra Cain” film - but I was stoned, so I passed out  at some point.

Even though I have seen this movie several times before, today I am compelled to start it again from the beginning. 

(Although I am stoned again, so will this just be a repeat of yesterday?) 

Sigh, I just love Harley Quinn so much. In fact, she is my favorite DC character. Yes, I love her even more than Wonder Woman or Supergirl or the real Cassandra Cain. Or anyone from Young Justice, which is one of the best DC shows ever even though Harley isn’t in it!

* let's save time and just say "multiple Harley Quinn titles"
* let's save more time and just say "multiple X-Men titles"
* STORM Volume 2 (I will pre-order this, but haven't yet because it doesn't release until December 30th and that feels sooo far away)
* Kelly Thompson's Captain Marvel Omnibus Volume 1 (for some reason Volume 2 hasn't been released yet? Take my money, you idiots!)
* maybe a little Scarlet Witch?
* Runaways!
* Spider-Girl (seriously, I love the original run of this book so fucking much - issue 28 happened to be on shelves right when I was diving into collecting comics, and to this day she is my favorite Spider-Person)
* Kelly Thompson's Sabrina the Teenage Witch
* THE COMPLETE CALVIN & HOBBES (preferably hardcover)
* I know I already said "multiple Harley Quinn titles," but specifically, Gotham City Sirens

Obviously I could continue this list forever, but right now, for the sake of my bank account, I am only seriously considering spending money on a few of these in the next month or two. 

Eventually, I might have to settle for reading my comics on my Kindle, because it really won't take that long to run out of storage space. I mean, of course I have plenty of storage space for comics available, but it is not unlimited. Unfortunately. I fucking wish I had something like Hermione's TARDIS bag just for books & comics (and maybe one or two really special toys, but they would be secrets).

 Oh my FUCKING gods, tonight was rough. It didn't make me want to quit or anything, but lots of annoying things happened:

* My new boots arrived a few days early! They feel great and I was excited to wear them . . . but they are NOT non-slip, even though they claim to be, which was the main reason I bought them to replace my current work shoes. "Fortunately" I noticed how not non-slip they are very early into my shift, so for the rest of the night I knew I had to walk much more carefully than I am used to at work. The Shoes For Crews boots I found were out of stock, so I took a chance with some other company, and now I'm so fucking pissed.

* While filtering the fryer oil (a task I have successfully completed almost every night since I got switched to this overnight shift), I started with the left side just like always, wiped it with a wet cloth just like always, poured the oil back in just like always, and didn't notice that I forgot to close the valve until I felt oil splashing on my feet. I closed it a second or two later, but in the few seconds it was open it made a huge mess.

* One weekly task I had to do tonight was moving all the grills away from the wall so I could sweep & mop behind them. No problem. But as I was moving them back into place, some sort of oil chute thingy (I have no idea what it's actually called) fell off, and so did the part that is supposed to keep it in place, and I could not fucking figure out how to re-attach them. And the oil chute thingy literally catches oil, and apparently the cooks don't empty it every night, so I had to clean up a second oil spill.

* As usual, I was coughing & sneezing all the time. Seriously, this happens a lot at work. Tonight it occurred to me that I could be allergic to at least one of the cleaning chemicals I use every night. Yay.

* Another weekly task I had to do was deck scrubbing the floors. Simple enough in theory, but a combination of "our floors just love dirt so much" & "our floors don't get deck scrubbed enough because until recently no one was available to do it every week" meant that it was actually pretty difficult, like, physically. I put forth a valiant effort, but with all the coughing & sneezing I kept doing, at some point I just didn't care anymore, and when I signed off on this task I wrote a note that I should do this a little bit every night. I swear, we have floors and baseboards that attract dirt.

* When I was finally ready to wrap up and get the fuck out of there, I decided to do a tiny bit of last-minute mopping. One second after starting, I SNAPPED THE MOP HANDLE IN HALF. 

Anyway, thank fucking goodness that the weekend started as soon as I clocked out! It's currently a little after 7:00, so I won't have to get ready to go back to work for sixty-something hours!

P.S. One nice thing that happened tonight: The cook whose name I don't know gave me pasta! Since my shift starts after the Inn stops serving employee meals, the cooks usually surprise me with something before they leave. Usually a cheeseburger or a turkey sandwich or whatever. All of which are great, but I definitely wasn't expecting pasta! That's guest food!

It’s a damn good thing that tonight is my Thursday. I am extra ready for this weekend to arrive so I can go to the ice cream parlor, buy a milkshake, walk it home, and drink it while watching something fun and eating a weed brownie!

 About an hour ago, I watched the fourth episode of Harley Quinn season two. At this rate, I will finish the season in the next few days. The tie-in comic that takes place after season two is currently scheduled to arrive on August 7th or 8th, so I'll have to find something else to watch and/or read for a bit.

Speaking of other things to read, I haven't done it yet, but am definitely feeling an itch to buy Harley's book-books again. I never read the third one, even though it was released in April of last year!

Work has been work. The last time I did an overnight shift was Saturday. When I arrived, Jeremy was there instead of Chef, and he gave me much better instructions than Chef would have, so for the first time I actually liked my new schedule as much as I thought I would. Then I had two days off, then worked my old usual dinner shift on Tuesday and Wednesday, then tonight I'm back to overnights for the rest of the week. It looks like my weekend has been moved to Sunday & Monday (and, technically, most of Tuesday!), which is fine with me. 

We also got some new bottles of degreaser, which will make it a lot easier for me to clean stuff.

Earlier today I picked up a pakidge from the post office. I ordered a twelve-pack of my favorite energy drinks from Walmart, and unlike Amazon they handled it with enough care that eight of the cans were not ruined. I'm not sure if I should continue to drink one before I even leave to catch the shuttle, though. It would probably make more sense to bring one to work with me and drink it after the other dishwasher goes home, right? That would make it a lot easier to actually stay until 5:00 even if I am done with my list, which would obviously be better for my bank account.

Anyway, yeah, I guess I'm feeling a lot better about my new schedule. Any shift is gonna have its own pluses & minuses, of course. This simply hasn't been an easy adjustment, since I've been so upset about Joey going to the hospital slash disappearing (and was & still am so goddamn fucking pissed off that no one told me such a huge change to my schedule was actually going to happen). Next week I am scheduled for five overnights in a row, so that should help settle into this new routine and leave July behind me. I am seriously glad this month ends tonight.