inflicting apathy

Working six-day weeks takes it’s toll on my body and soul. But the time adjustment is really what kicks me. Fridays are marathon days to say the least.

I start my marathon Friday at 6:30 a.m.

drive to work

arrive at my day job at 8:00 a.m.

Off at 5:00 p.m.

drive home

hug and kiss my husband for 5 minutes and

back on the road to arrive at the club at 6:20 p.m.

I work until 3 a.m. Saturday morning and arrive home at 3:30 a.m.

Saturday I wake up around 10 or 11 without an alarm clock

eat breakfast, maybe watch a movie

go back to bed for a nap around 2 p.m.

Wake up around 4:30 take a shower,

arrive back at the club around 6:20 p.m. and work until 3:00 a.m.

Sundays are my only days off work and as you can see I actually work 3 hours into Sunday morning.

I spend this day adjusting my inner clock back to standard work time and resting. If all goes well I will be ready for work on Monday without being exhausted.

Today isn’t one of those Monday’s. An optimal Sunday would be for me to wake up early – around 9 or 10 and stay up until 5 or 6 p.m. and sleep through the night. Yesterday, I woke up at 8:30 a.m., took a 2 hour nap around 1 p.m. and stayed up until 10 p.m. watching the last X-men movie. Today I feel like poop.

Did I say I was never drinking alcohol again? Well, I lied. I didn’t feel like drinking on Friday night. In fact, my stomach wasn’t having it. I still felt queasy when I thought about drinking anything strong. But the night was slow and it felt very strange for me to step onto the stage without feeling a bit high. It was like Christmas without the presents. So I settled for a glass of wine and sipped on it until it got warm. Well that made me feel sick and made me even clumsier. My assessment of a night without drinking (Cause I don’t consider a half a glass of wine drinking) was this:

I wasn’t my friendly bubbly self.

I felt the same if not worse on the drive home.

I felt the same on Saturday morning (still sore and still requiring a nap).

Therefore, I concluded that I must come up with a system to drink but not to excess.

So Saturday night I drank a tequila sunrise and one shot of Patron. My only regret? I bought them for myself. Even though club was slow because of the Apple Blossom Festival I still had a good time.
Overall, the weekend was a good one. I didn’t make as much money as I had wanted but that’s the gamble you take when working with tips. Hopefully the next weekend will be better.