Yeah I Know I Said But Then I And Then This

I slept, I woke up, I poked around the internet, I went to work, I was there for about a bajillion years, I came home, I am now eating dinner.

....whee.

I'm thinking of talking to Boss Lady about my schedule. First, I might ask for Thursdays and Fridays off instead of Tuesdays and Fridays, as I'm starting to notice that I end my days off with "but it feels like it just started and now I have to go back and bawww." I've been told that having two days off in a row sucks because then you work five days in a row, and that can get pretty tiring. But I'm not sure it'd be so bad, while the soul-killing feeling of time so easily gone is pretty, well, soul-killing.

Next, despite putting my preferred hours as pretty much "the end of the day," I'm rethinking this and pondering asking for mids. Usually starting between 10 or 11 and going until 6 or 7, they're hated because you have to get up sorta-kinda-early, spend the meat of the day at work, then go home just in time for it to be dark and the day to feel over. Not to mention that, while mornings can be busyish, evenings can draaaag, especially if you've been there since 10 or 11.

However, again, I had a few weeks of these in November, and they weren't nearly as bad as I had anticipated. The worst part about them was that they were in November, so I couldn't get up too early and have extra time in the mornings, and I was pretty much cooked by the time I got out and had the evening, and I could feel my writing time just slipping away. Beyond that, it wasn't too bad. Plus, after discussing it with him briefly, I've found that Ryan prefers me working mids, so we can have the evening together, and, as he put it, "it makes dinner easier."

I'm hoping that, despite my pretty recent stated preferences for almost the opposite of what I'm asking for now, the fact that I'm asking for things that no one else really wants (and, in the case of going Thursday-Friday instead of Friday-Saturday, not asking for the thing everyone wants), that I'll be appealing to Boss Lady's logic (she has it! it's great!) and get past the whole I-know-I-just-said-but thorn.

...that was a bad sentence. I blame it on the tired.

Tomorrow is closing. A six-hour shift, so no lunch. With the more irritating of my co-workers. JOY.

Then it's Christmas week, la-de-da, we'll see how it goes...