Excessive

I'm tired, overtired, super tired. I'm getting a headache, my eyes are heavy and I feel pretty dead. Work was lots of work and my shift was long and I, at some point, broke a bit. There is always that point in the day where you switch from running around tryin to get things done fast so you can go home on time, to accepting the fact that there is no hope, and that sense of semi-panic and urgency kind of fades away, and you just give up, it happens on all shifts over 8 hours I think...

Today started off kind of crappy, I woke up late, at 5:55 (I normally wake up at 5:25) and that gave me about ten minutes to get ready for work, but coincedentally I didn't have anything to eat for breakfast anyway, so it kind of worked out, since I just had to get dressed and brush my teeth and I was out the door. Obviously the idea of eating no breakfast before working an 11 hour shift is less than optimal, considering I know that I won't have a chance to eat anything of substance at work that entire time, so generally it would be thirteen to fourteen hours between when I eat a small breakfast, and when I get to eat my next meal.

By the time I got downtown, I figured that since I have to wait for like ten minutes for the Wellington bus driver to get back to the bus, I could drop by Tim Hortons on the way to work and grab some donuts and a coffee, so at least I would have some breakfast. I bought six donuts and ate two, and shared the rest with co-workers who worked in the morning, and maybe it made their mornings a bit better.

Work was, much like most days this week, busy. Work was very busy... I was making sandwiches ten minutes after they were supposed to go out, and the only reason no one caught it or gave me shit was because Connor was by himself to put out three lunches, so he was running behind too, so no one could tell (not that anyone but me or him (hah) even pay attention to anything). I was in a suprisingly good mood for the first half of the day, which was unexpected considering I had felt kind of down and shitty for the last few, and then not having anything for breakfast in the house wasn't good, but I don't know, maybe it was the coffee... I don't know, I just felt energetic and optimistic... I didn't find the soups that the nice night time cooks left on a cart in the wrong fridge, so I thought we were short two soups, so I spent the morning making two soups, meat sauce, then putting on all the soups and sauces we had... I made a cream of potato and chive, and a cream of brocolli, both tasted good but were quick and dirty soups, not much love.

So I did all the cafe/convergence center soups and sauces, made quiche, and made the soups, and then I also had a hot lunch, which needed three salads and fruit, squares and all that, and two picnic lunches, which is basically just sandwiches and salad, with cookies and fruit, but all these things take time to prepare, especially sandwiches. I had to do about 30 sandwiches total, and as I said, I was doing them up until the last second possible, and I had Jon help me get the last few done.

After lunch was finally out, it was busy in the cafe so I was alone in the main kitchen, and we had a wedding buffet for 100 at 7pm, which requires seven different salads, and there has to be enough to feed all the people, and we literally had no salads in the fridge, so I spent the majority of the afternoon making salads... giant... bus bins... of salads. Mushroom salad, pasta salad, greek salad, bean salad and steamed potatos (a lot) for potato salad which I will make tomorrow.

After all that was done, including making a giant bucket of oregano vinegrette, I cleaned a bunch of fruit for Rom to turn into fruit platters, and made some crap for a stupid test dinner, blah blah blah, yeah, that was work. I worked for 10.75 hours, and waited around for about 20 minutes and got a ride home with Julieanne (maybe two words, I don't fuckin' know). It was nice to get a ride home because the last thing I want to do after working that long is spend an hour and a half taking a couple busses home.

Once home, I knew that I had no food for dinner, in fact I haven't really had dinner food for weeks, I haven't done normal grocery shopping in what feels like months. I've been out of routine, out of the loop, not feeling myself for what seems like forever... but I digress, what I mean to bring up, is that I decided to order pizza for dinner, because I was starving, and it's easy. I couldn't decide between just one pizza or a deal for two pizzas and cheese bread for only five bucks more, but since I was so hungry, and I didn't really care either way, I just got the two pizzas. I ate half of a medium pizza with mushrooms and pepperoni and watched The Shield.

After dinner, I talked to Ally a bunch about cupcakes, what she had for dinner, and uh... I dunno, I did one of these ^_________________________________^ so everyone wins. I played a little Plants. Vs. Zombies until I ran out of stuff to amuse me, and then I played a little bit of Uncharted 2. Due to my overwhelming tiredness, I couldn't really relax or get into it, so I just stopped, and by that time it was already 9:00pm, which is just... insane. Where does the time go? Oooh, that's right, I leave it at work.

I threw on another episode of The Shield, season three, which I'm nearing the end of (I already have season four ready to go, so don't worry). After that, I changed into my pijamas and turned on Jimmy, took a sleeping pill and here I am. Jimmy is just about over, as this entry is as well, but I'm not quite tired yet. I'll probably throw on the Daily Show and Colbert Report, I don't work until 9am tomorrow, so I can afford to stay up a tiny bit later than normal, and if I'm not tired, I'm not tired, so nothing I can do about it.

The next two days of work I'm really not looking forward to, even though I always seem to say that about Saturday's and Sunday's, this week is different. Sunday is Father's day, which means we are having this giant bbq for dinner, and while I won't be there for the actual event, a lot of the prep for it will fall on me, which wouldn't be so terrible, but brunch on Sunday is full, as in booked solid, as in I'm going to get screwed over big time. Tomorrow won't be so bad in theory, like there is nothing going on during the day, and just a wedding at night (another buffet) so I just need to ensure that the salads are there, and it should be done fairly shortly, leaving me time to prep for Sunday, but I just have a bad feeling. I don't know why, but it should be an easy, relaxed day, but I just have a bad feeling about it.

I will try my best to get everything for brunch ready so that I don't have to do as much running around on Sunday, but whenever I say that, it never works out. For some reason I'm just dreading doing prep for this fathers day thing.. dunno why, I just... don't like it. I guess it's because it's out of routine, it's not normal weekly stuff, it's not my comfort zone. I hate shit like that....

The good part about tomorrow and Sunday is that I'm scheduled for normal eight hour shifts, so if things go well, I might actually get out at a decent time, so here's hoping.

I kinda wish I didn't talk about work as much as I do, I don't care about work that much, but it gives me something to write about. I'd prefer to be writing about my thoughts, ideas, creative works... but instead I just blabber on about the same crap week after week. Ah well, I suppose it'll stop in September when I go back to school.

It's hot, my body is tired but my mind isn't, I could probably keep writing for an hour, but I think I've run out of things to talk about and I'm just going to start repeating myself soon. Here's hoping tomorrow is painless and fine and I don't come home and write about how terrible it was. Also, I have breakfast food now, so yay for waking up and being able to eat!

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