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It's hitting me hard, tonight, and I'm feeling quite... relaxed. Enough so I'm made a little nervous about all the glass doors we have, for fear I might fall through one of them. Did I mention we now have a door with two frosted glass panels in our bedroom? It's kind of awesome. And in the middle of the hall Eor's put a door with one big plane glass panel. These have been in the works for ages, getting sanded and painted, and now they need a little more planing before they'll open properly because of the stupid-ass way the floor in the hall was put in, but they'll get there eventually. :)
So, yes, why I'm so tired. There was this guy at work who had broken his leg badly back in the summer (seriously, REALLY badly - both bones, playing soccer - last person I knew of to do that lost his leg) and been on light duty for a loooong while, over 90 days. When they finally decided he could come back to full duty it was just before a shift bid took effect and he was going to the overnights. Someone decided that he should not start his new shift without having completed all his return to duty thingywhatsers (requirements, that's the word), because on overnights there's not that much wiggle room for someone who can't do everything they're supposed to. So I was trying to catch up with him and get stuff done, and he was trying to get some on the job training finished so he would be certified in THAT duty, and basically it didn't end up all working out. Yesterday I worked my normal 7-3:30 and then went back in at 10pm to 11:45 so I could give him a class and two tests. I got home closer to 1am than midnight, I think, and got about 4.5 hours sleep, then got up at 5am and went to work for the full day.
What's worse, though, is Eor got very little more sleep than I did, for no particular reason except that he can't sleep well if I'm not home, the poor dear. His head is drooping over Silent Hunter (a submarine game) at the moment. I feel so sorry, because it's not like it was his fuck up, but he's paying for it as much as I am. And I feel extra guilty because I got paid overtime in order to go in to get that guy's tests and class covered. I think at least one manager might be pissed at me about that. Possibly I read more into people's expressions than I should, though. Or possibly I give more of a shit than I should. That's what my father would have said, I think, right down to the convoluted sentence structure. ;)
So, yes, why I'm so tired. There was this guy at work who had broken his leg badly back in the summer (seriously, REALLY badly - both bones, playing soccer - last person I knew of to do that lost his leg) and been on light duty for a loooong while, over 90 days. When they finally decided he could come back to full duty it was just before a shift bid took effect and he was going to the overnights. Someone decided that he should not start his new shift without having completed all his return to duty thingywhatsers (requirements, that's the word), because on overnights there's not that much wiggle room for someone who can't do everything they're supposed to. So I was trying to catch up with him and get stuff done, and he was trying to get some on the job training finished so he would be certified in THAT duty, and basically it didn't end up all working out. Yesterday I worked my normal 7-3:30 and then went back in at 10pm to 11:45 so I could give him a class and two tests. I got home closer to 1am than midnight, I think, and got about 4.5 hours sleep, then got up at 5am and went to work for the full day.
What's worse, though, is Eor got very little more sleep than I did, for no particular reason except that he can't sleep well if I'm not home, the poor dear. His head is drooping over Silent Hunter (a submarine game) at the moment. I feel so sorry, because it's not like it was his fuck up, but he's paying for it as much as I am. And I feel extra guilty because I got paid overtime in order to go in to get that guy's tests and class covered. I think at least one manager might be pissed at me about that. Possibly I read more into people's expressions than I should, though. Or possibly I give more of a shit than I should. That's what my father would have said, I think, right down to the convoluted sentence structure. ;)