This is my first night off in over a week, and what's on the agenda? Sleep.
A simple recap of the past three days:
Monday - Because of the high-volume weekend associated with the 4th of July holiday, I had to work at the casino Sunday and Monday night in addition to the usual Friday and Saturday night shifts. The university was open on Monday (God forbid that the State grant us a long weekend to celebrate our nation's independence) so I also worked in the office from 8 a.m. to 5 p.m.
Tuesday - I got home from working the Monday night swing shift at the casino around 3 a.m. and slept until 8:15 a.m., staff meeting at the crab shack at 9 a.m., back in bed at 10:30 a.m., evening shift at the crab shack from 4 - 11 p.m., went to bed without taking a shower. I wasn't truly cognizant of the fact that it was the 4th of July until I heard the town's fireworks going off somewhere outside the restaurant. For a split second, I remembered how I had spent New Year's Eve serving beverages in the casino while the guests marveled at the fire and light show across the casino ceiling. There I stood holding a tray full of drinks and watching the guests around me jump up and down, blow horns, and kiss and hug each other. It's weird how you can feel completely alone in a sea of people. Didn't really feel like New Year's then, and it didn't feel like the Fourth now.
Wednesday (TODAY) - Woke up smelling like steamed lobster tail and fried fish, took a shower, skipped breakfast, and arrived at work (WCU) almost half an hour late. Decided to go grocery shopping on my lunch break since I just realized this morning that I hadn't been grocery shopping in two weeks and all I had left was a can of green beans and a jar of peanut butter. Had a productive afternoon at work thanks to a can of Red Bull. Left at 5:30 p.m. and received a phone call from my boyfriend Terrence whose flight had just landed in Las Vegas. He's going to spend the week hanging out at the NBA Summer League with his best friend, Kevin. This will be Kev's third year playing in the summer league; he's extremely committed to staying active in the off-season and continuing to improve his game - and though I've never told him, I really admire that. He has enough people trying to schmooze with him and kiss his ass.
And now I will shut my laptop and convert myself to the horizontal position on my couch, stare at the television, and pass out at my earliest convenience. Things have got to be better for me in New York.