Your Shift Has Ended

Every time I do online scoring, I get a message at the end of the day that says, "Your shift has ended. Thank you." And I always read it as, "Your shift has ended. Thank God!" I'm grateful for the opportunity to do this job; there's no way I could have been working for the past few weeks if I'd had to actually go somewhere. Some days it's just more of a grind than other days. I do best when I start early in the morning, whether I work an 8:30-5 shift or 8:30-12:30. I don't do well with the 11:30-3:30 shift, the one I had today. I'm not sure why that one's a challenge, but it always is. For the last hour, I felt like I was going to nod off -- at least until my internet connection went out. Then I was in a state of semi-panic trying to log back on, which I finally was able to do with eight minutes of my shift left.

Now that I'm finished scoring for the day, I'm waking up a little bit. I noticed on the Weather Channel app that weed pollen is very high (as it has been for the past week), so maybe that's making me drowsy. Or it could have been carb-coma from the salt and vinegar Pop-Chips I ate for lunch. Either way, I'm glad to be finished. For the first time in two months, I'm going to attempt to put my trash out by myself. I did a big grocery trip on my own today for the first time since my surgery and even managed to bring everything in and put it away before my scoring shift started. That might not sound like a big deal, but each small thing I can do for myself is a big deal to me. As recently as a week ago I couldn't put the trash out or go to the grocery store. Maybe I'll reward myself with a nap.