After basically
sleeping away the weekend thanks to the colonoscopy and the plague I
seem to have brought home from work, I feel a lot less like a hot,
steaming deathcake with extra death sauce, but I’m not completely
recovered yet. I should be able to make it through most of my day
tomorrow, I hope … I really can’t afford to lose any more money.
I’ve had kind of a
love-hate relationship with Mondays, usually based on what job I was
doing at the time. Mondays with the postal service usually meant
double the volume I would have to bring out to the post offices,
because even though there’s no delivery on Sundays, the mail is
still moving. There was usually a two-day lag, and Tuesdays and
Wednesdays were lighter than average until the volume caught back up
again.
In the job I do now,
it’s hard to tell when volumes will spike or on what particular day
will be the busiest. We basically end up playing it by ear and see
what comes in. At most, we’ll spike a bit toward the end of the
month/quarter/fiscal year as companies rush to get billable freight
off their docks and into their revenue stream.
Given how I feel, I
can only hope tomorrow will be somewhat merciful and I can actually
make it through the night.
Assuming I don’t
cough up a major organ in the meantime.
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