As much as I didn’t like it, I came in to work today, since Friday was one of the days listed on my new work shift. Workforce isn’t budging, but I’m not really keen on pushing the limits of their patience. So this pretty much means that, for the near future, I’m going to have to file all my Saturdays as LOAs, meaning that my salary for the next few months will have… holes in them equal to the amount of Saturdays I’d have to miss. And as much as I value my job, I value my continued education more, and with a very small limit of two absences allowed per term, I’d rather not tempt fate academics-wise.
This shift was no different from the other days this week; my system is still not restored (something I’m glad about in a way), which meant that I took no merchant calls, nor the frustrating CS calls, and spend much of my morning on the usual membership application duty. Given how the queue would spike at times, I didn’t get as much in-between reading as I’d like, but at least I wasn’t stressed out once the shift ended, and that’s always a plus in my book.
As I mentioned yesterday, I had to watch what I was eating today to compensate for the huge amount of food I took in during dinner last night. I think I counted enough calories to make it so that I wasn’t starving myself, yet at the same time not as much as I’d usually eat (which already monitored as it is). I also spent an additional half hour at the gym, though the extra time was more because people were occupying the treadmills, so I had to settle for the other machines like the stairmaster (I think that’s what it’s called). Spent thirty minutes on the incline, twenty minutes on the treadmill (about ten minutes doing a 5mph pace, with the rest rounded off by VERY brisk walking), and a rather fruitless thirty minutes on the stationary cycle.
Everything went well enough, until I went home that is. I tripped in the dark on the way back to the house, and since I used my right hand to break my fall, I ended up with a really nasty gash more than an inch long. I had to clench my hands shut just to stem the bleeding, and you bet that as soon as I got home I tried my best to wash and clean it, after which I doused the area of the wound with alcohol. My sister was nice enough for a change to give me some band-aids (becaus apparently tatay had a wound of his own that needed tending), but this means that it’s going to be a little awkward doing any fanart or coloring for the next few days.
Anyway, bed. As much as I’d love to watch The Philippine Resistance on History, I do have a class tomorrow.