That long day again
Jun. 10th, 2009 09:40 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
altivoI've never been able to tolerate working late. When I was in college, I tried a restaurant job that was mostly evenings and lasted about six weeks. I felt as if it had nearly killed me. Occasionally I'd be asked to work the breakfast shift, which I enjoyed much more (as much as you can enjoy that kind of work, anyway) because it started early, at 6 am, and ended at 11. But you didn't make much in tips for breakfast, and I usually scheduled my classes for morning when possible so I couldn't work every morning anyway.
When I was in library school, I had an internship position for a while at a branch library of one of the universities. It was all evenings. The library was open until 10 pm every night. That really did almost kill me. I couldn't adjust to the hours, getting home at 11 and being up to attend my own classes in the mornings. It might have lasted six months or longer, but the university payroll people just couldn't get their act together to issue my paychecks. After eight weeks, in which I'd received only one biweekly check, I resigned. I told them that I couldn't do that, I needed the income for my mortgage payment and food, which was true. They still acted as if I'd committed some big betrayal. Anyway, they did eventually make good on what they owed me but it took another month. At the time I was ignorant of state laws regarding wages. I was entitled to be paid on time as agreed and could have demanded that they issue me a check by hand every two weeks if they couldn't make their computer system do it. But I didn't know that and my bosses apparently didn't know or didn't care.
So today. I had a meeting out in Rockton this afternoon, which meant I drove 50 miles before even getting to work at 4:30. Then I had to stay until 8. Fortunately, it was a slow evening. I tried some coffee to keep me awake, which it really doesn't do. And by the time I was driving home, I was lucky that no deer jumped out in front of me. I don't think I'd have been alert enough to avoid one.
Why I hate Wednesdays, even after nearly seven years on the job. I'm up with the chickens, and after the sun goes down I'm half asleep.
When I was in library school, I had an internship position for a while at a branch library of one of the universities. It was all evenings. The library was open until 10 pm every night. That really did almost kill me. I couldn't adjust to the hours, getting home at 11 and being up to attend my own classes in the mornings. It might have lasted six months or longer, but the university payroll people just couldn't get their act together to issue my paychecks. After eight weeks, in which I'd received only one biweekly check, I resigned. I told them that I couldn't do that, I needed the income for my mortgage payment and food, which was true. They still acted as if I'd committed some big betrayal. Anyway, they did eventually make good on what they owed me but it took another month. At the time I was ignorant of state laws regarding wages. I was entitled to be paid on time as agreed and could have demanded that they issue me a check by hand every two weeks if they couldn't make their computer system do it. But I didn't know that and my bosses apparently didn't know or didn't care.
So today. I had a meeting out in Rockton this afternoon, which meant I drove 50 miles before even getting to work at 4:30. Then I had to stay until 8. Fortunately, it was a slow evening. I tried some coffee to keep me awake, which it really doesn't do. And by the time I was driving home, I was lucky that no deer jumped out in front of me. I don't think I'd have been alert enough to avoid one.
Why I hate Wednesdays, even after nearly seven years on the job. I'm up with the chickens, and after the sun goes down I'm half asleep.
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Date: 2009-06-20 11:53 am (UTC)