I'm no spring chicken, nor am I afraid of or a stranger to hard work. And yet today my double shift has me feeling like I should retire before I'm asked to do that again! I am compelled to come here and publicly ponder... am I being a wimp? Is it just me and my not so spring chickenly ways?
In my defense, let me explain how my day(s) developed. You see, normally I work at 6am. Except for an occasional Thursday in which I work at midnight til 6am. This was the case yesterday. So I try to get some kind of rest in the evening before I work for the night. But it's incredibly difficult to get any sleep during the day when the sun is shining and the birds are singing. I was able to get just short of 3 hours of sleep. This morning after work I went to bed at 7am. At 9: 30 I get woken up to a phone call from my boss. 'I hate to ask you but could you come in today at 1?" So I tried to get a bit more sleep and woke at 10:30. Once at work I ended up staying an extra 45 minutes. Both times I walked to work and walked home. On the way home I carried home a gallon of lemonade, a jar of mayo, 2 qts of cooking oil, a 6 pack of 16 oz bottles of soda and two bouquets of crazily dyed daisies. Perhaps I bit off more than I could chew. ( on a hot day after a long day to boot) Yes, I do believe I'm whining. I'm just not ready to feel... not so spring chickenish.
I guess I'm no spring chicken, either. That schedule would have beaten the stuffing out of me. Just remember, though you may not be able to keep crazy hours the way you used to when you were younger, you bring so much more to the table now: experience, wisdom, crazily dyed daisies -- the list goes on!
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