On the Seventh Day...
God rested. Why can't I?
I told the new manager that I'm done working Sundays at the end of August.
And I'm done working Saturdays at the end of September.
The last few weeks have been so very hard. I've gotten to work at Coffee Place, and people have told me that I look like I don't want to be there. And they're mostly right. I hate that it's an obligation. It's not fun now. And I'm so tired!
So last weekend, I noticed that my watch band was GROSS. You know those Timex sport watches? I've been wearing one of those for something like 13 years. I occasionally change the band, but I basically never take off the watch. It's become an addiction. I'm like a FedEx freak. I live by the clock. This creates gross watchbands. It has also given me a very well defined watch tan. My wrist is pasty white. Pretty sad, really. I decided that it was a good plan to unchain myself. So I got rid of the disgusting watchband, and I have not worn a watch since. I'm experiencing symptoms of withdrawal. And my wrist looks ridiculous.
Last Sunday was week two or three in a series on spiritual disciplines. Big Brother talked about silence. And Solitude. He mentioned the disease that is epidemic here in SoCal- busy-ness. He talked about how we drown things out by filling the schedules and about how we're always rushing off to the next thing. I sat there looking at my white wrist and decided at that moment that I would not replace the watchband. I also decided it was time to not be working 7 days a week.
Of course, Coffee Place is understaffed. There was recently a change in management, and the new manager is just learning. Four of the eight on staff are flakes. The four of us who do work are constantly picking up the slack for the other four. I can't just quit under such circumstances. However, I did give Manager a timeline. By the end of August I will have Sundays off again. By the end of September, I will have Saturdays off.
It will be wonderful to have weekends again.
I told the new manager that I'm done working Sundays at the end of August.
And I'm done working Saturdays at the end of September.
The last few weeks have been so very hard. I've gotten to work at Coffee Place, and people have told me that I look like I don't want to be there. And they're mostly right. I hate that it's an obligation. It's not fun now. And I'm so tired!
So last weekend, I noticed that my watch band was GROSS. You know those Timex sport watches? I've been wearing one of those for something like 13 years. I occasionally change the band, but I basically never take off the watch. It's become an addiction. I'm like a FedEx freak. I live by the clock. This creates gross watchbands. It has also given me a very well defined watch tan. My wrist is pasty white. Pretty sad, really. I decided that it was a good plan to unchain myself. So I got rid of the disgusting watchband, and I have not worn a watch since. I'm experiencing symptoms of withdrawal. And my wrist looks ridiculous.
Last Sunday was week two or three in a series on spiritual disciplines. Big Brother talked about silence. And Solitude. He mentioned the disease that is epidemic here in SoCal- busy-ness. He talked about how we drown things out by filling the schedules and about how we're always rushing off to the next thing. I sat there looking at my white wrist and decided at that moment that I would not replace the watchband. I also decided it was time to not be working 7 days a week.
Of course, Coffee Place is understaffed. There was recently a change in management, and the new manager is just learning. Four of the eight on staff are flakes. The four of us who do work are constantly picking up the slack for the other four. I can't just quit under such circumstances. However, I did give Manager a timeline. By the end of August I will have Sundays off again. By the end of September, I will have Saturdays off.
It will be wonderful to have weekends again.
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