Weary Daze

So one would not think that working 9-930 would be so tiring. I, for one, find 530 am to be a very difficult time to get up- which is why I usually only do it on work days requiring it. So it would seem that getting up at 700 and leaving by 810 would be spiffy. Well, folks, it is not. For one thing, I wake up before I really have to get up because I am worried I won't get up for some reason and because it is starting to get light at this time of day, whereas at 530 it is still fairly dark no matter what time of year it is. And then there is the whole eating schedule. I eat breakfast at 730 and by lunch time I am hungry, but then supper is so sketch. I actually bought a sandwhich and ate it at work at 900 pm. That was so I could drive home and not be low in sugar. The other thing about this whole situation is that some of my lovely coworkers fiddle-dee-dee their last hour of work instead of helping to clean and pick up what they can which means that the closers have to take care of the patients and do all the cleaning. To tell you the truth- while cleaning is nice- I do not usually do major cleaning at 8pm. That is just not my idea of fun. So here's to my week of closing- see ya next whenever cuz I'm not missing you now, baby!!