29 December 2008

Addled

This is how bad it's gotten...
The alarm went off this morning and I sat up in bed, sighed, and wiped the sleep from my eyes. Sara Jean turned my way and said, "Thank God, last day."
"Yep. And I'm sure ready for the time off."

Out the door half an hour later I have a 40 minute drive to work... enough time to catch up on news of the world and pour two cups of coffee from my thermos.
Approaching our base...
"What's this?"
Phil's car is sitting in the parking lot. Not a good sign. I'm supposed to be relieving Dan, not Phil. Did he make an error reading the schedule, or did I? We're all tired, three of us doing the work of four. I walk in the door and he's as confused as me... he grabs the schedule, and I'm not supposed to be there. The Flight Nurse has baked fresh cinnamon rolls, so the trip is not without its rewards. I eat two, then get back in the car and drive 40 minutes back home to start my three day visit with my son.
It's a beautiful day and I'm up early to enjoy it.
Things could be worse!

3 comments:

cj said...

I've been there - working so much you don't know if you're coming or going...

Enjoy your visit and the break!

cjh

jinksto said...

After reading this I got all excited and ran to check the schedule... turns out I'm actually supposed to be here today...
for 14 hours...
and 18 tomorrow...
and 18 Friday...
and probably Saturday.

One day I'm going to get one of those jobs that pay overtime and retire.

Enjoy your time off,

Greybeard said...

Yeah Jinks, but your drive to work (Ha!) doesn't afford you the chance to catch up on the news while spoolin' up/down for/from your job.
And no feeling of pride, having survived 32 miles of icy roads?
You poor thing.