Well, one thing is for sure: I HATE working split shifts. You all know me... I like my sleep. I value my sleep. I treasure my sleep. Split shifts are hell on sleep.
Let's see... Tomorrow (New Year's Eve) I start work at 6:30 in the morning. Then I have the lunch shift off, only to return for dinner at 5:00. AND THEN I turn around and do the same frickin' shift again New Year's Day.
I would really like to go out New Year's Eve. I'm told it's an amazing time here in Banff. I ran into a waiter I had met a while ago yesterday, and he invited me to a New Year's party. However, if I do that I also will not be getting any sleep whatsoever.
I am so tired right now, and I haven't even been doing any partying. I've been going to bed as soon as I get home from work, and then getting up at 5:30 so I can be at work in time in the morning.
Yay.
And the thing is, I really do like the job. I like the people, I like the environment. I just hate the shifts.
I've decided to say to hell with the Inns of Banff staff accomodation once this week is over. If I'm not in staff accom, I can scale back to part time (i.e. reasonable shifts).
Snowflake Furs also has staff accom, and I'm going to give them a try. We'll see.
About Me
- KT
- “I’d like you to come mustering with me,” my boyfriend said. Until I met Jet, I can honestly say that mustering was not something I had seriously contemplated doing. This may, in part, have been due to the fact that I had never heard of it. The first time I heard the term was when Jet, having returned to Australia after romancing me in Canada, informed me that he would be out of touch for a week or so because he had to ‘muster the weaners.’ Further probing revealed that this had nothing to do with hotdogs -- except perhaps in the indirect sense -- but instead meant Jet was going to round up his young cattle and separate them from their mothers. Now, he was planning on going ‘up North’ to do more cattle work in an area of Australia that Google informed me was populated almost entirely by Aborigines and crocodiles. I agreed to come along, although not without some trepidation…
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