52 hours in 4 days

that’s right, 52 hours of work in 4 days, with little time to eat or pee. this show was… busy. and of course now that it’s over, i am attacked by germs! this has been a more germy year than i am used to. also, someone in my family has had a death in the family. for once the timing is such that i do not have to bargain, connive or scramble to achieve a day off and am free to simply be there for people who might need me to be there.

this job has taken a serious toll again, and i am facing unemployment again, yet i am steadfast in my choice. i still like what i do. germs, exhaustion, frustration and inconvenience be damned. (they are, by the way, all of them already damned. i simply wish them further damnation.)