In Shadows

Figured I’d post a bit to let everyone know I’m still breathing. And walking in my sleep these days.

My boss has been out for two weeks with a back injury. She was hurting and leaving early for a week before that. She had an MRI done and they actually found something . . . a ruptured disc. She sees a neurosurgeon later this week and may be in surgery as early as next. *sigh* So, I’m running the department (and this week is six days since I have to cover one of my days off.)

Had an eleven hour shift today alone. Ugh! I so don’t want to be a manager. I think times like these crop up simply to remind me of how much I detest the job. Not only do I have to supervise the work being done, but I’ve got to pick up a lot of slack as far as paperwork, phone calls, and event planning too. I’m wiped. (Yes, jrosestar, I’m using far too many spoons. Send more!)

No writing to be had. I have Wednesday off, though. Maybe I’ll do more than vegetate in front of the TV or computer. (I’m not holding my breath on that one, though.)

So. I live. I breathe. I sleep. And it’s all work! (And the music playing seems very appropriate . . . Know Your Enemy by Rage Against The Machine.)