Last weekend the bed-and-breakfast I temp at occasionally had a full house due to a wedding, and since this was likely to be the last chance to work this season, I let them schedule me for all three days.
Let me tell you about my weekend. Worth it for the money, yeah, but OH MY GOD EXHAUSTING.
On Friday I worked the librarian gig from 8 to 2, then went home for an hour, then left to run around clearing tables and passing drinks to rowdy drunken wedding guests for seven hours.
Then I woke up on Saturday after five hours of sleep, and ran around taking orders and clearing tables for five more hours.
Then immediately after THAT, I met up with Husband and we promptly drove to Asheville to do errands, which involved (you guessed it) MORE running around, and driving, and standing, which are all very exhausting activities when you've been doing practically nothing but that for the last twenty-four hours. We got back around 8 pm, leaving me two hours before I had to go to sleep in order to:
Wake up at 6am again and run around taking orders and clearing tables for five MORE hours.
THEN I had to go home and cook. Slaving over a hot stove for hours. To make delicious and healthy food for my family (that is, me and Husband). BECAUSE I CARE. *sob*
Oh my god. I am too darn old for this shit. I felt like warmed-over, nauseous, achy-kneed HELL by Sunday morning, and I broke my long caffeine fast with about 2346238 cups of coffee, which were NECESSARY and MEDICINAL. I'm thankful to have the chance to earn extra money and all, but if there is a next time, you can bet two things will be happening:
1) We will NOT be going to Asheville, and
2) Husband will be doing the goddamn cooking.
That is all.
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