Plow!

So I realized that I haven't really updated on actual happenings since I came out of the training day. What's weird is...I kind of have this feeling that I felt there was a lot I could get done in the week between my training day and the actual gig, but I cannot now remember what those things were. Regardless, it seems clear that they didn't get done, so... Yeah. I'm getting to that point again where I'm not exactly sure what I'm doing with my days. I mean...that's kinda what blogging was supposed to be for (knowing what I'm doing with my days, I mean), except that it makes for a retarded boring reading experience. So it goes.

( Boring reading experience behind cut )

Anyway...only one more day until workage. My first shift starts tomorrow evening. My first two days are actually going to be my hardest, scheduling-wise. Wednesday night is one of those non-meshing shifts, which puts me back home on Thursday morning, and then I have to head back in on Thursday for lunchtime. So...not going to get a lot of sleep that first night. Guess I'm going to find out quick whether dealing is something I can do well when I have to fight sleep dep. (And if I find I can't, by the way, that basically throws a giant monkeywrench into any dreams I might have had about dealing full-time. Those people work crazy hours.) I expect I'll probably crash hard on Thursday, but the rest of the tourney I'll be on more-or-less regular hours on some variety or other of swing shift, so...after I muddle through Friday I guess I'll be okay for the rest. Anyway...tomorrow. Yikes.

And...I guess that's it. I'm a little nervous, I think. Not that I think I should be, but...I still am. But there's really nothing else for it now...just gotta jump in.