Dragging myself out of bed was an experience in willpower this morning. I have never been a morning person, true, but I don’t usually have that much trouble getting out of bed and into work mode. Maybe my body is still trying to reclaim those late mornings I indulged in during Xmas vacation. Or maybe I’m just sleep deprived. Whatever it was, I just didn’t want to get out of bed.
I’m sure it’s this new schedule that’s getting to me. I finally got my car back from the mechanic’s. Because I didn’t have enough money to pay for the repairs, I let it sit in my parking lot for a month or so. The result was that I needed the bum rides to and from everywhere. Which meant that I had to know exactly what time I left work everyday.
No overtime. No long days. No extra hours. None of that was possible when I had to rely on the kindness of family just to make it in to work every day.
Now I have my car and things have gone back to the days when 50 hours a week were the norm and 8 to 5 was a joke. With my boss out, especially, the extra hours are more than expected, they’re necessary. That’s probably what’s going on. My body is rebelling to the long hours and the lack of days off.
Oh well. Gotta get used to it sooner or later.