I’m so exhausted. Work has been chaotic this week, because the hour cuts have left us with a skeleton crew, at best. Last night there was four of us, the night before there was six. Of course, the last two nights have been truck nights, so I’ve been putting away up to ten skids of freight. Last night I got lucky, because Randy was with me and we managed to get it all done except one skid. Which… was a bonus, because if I’d been by myself I don’t think I would’ve gotten that far. I certainly overexerted myself, that’s for sure… my shoulders and forearms are burning from lifting, cutting and climbing on ladders, and I’m so dehydrated. Thank goodness I now have three days off, because another night of that and I’d just be dead to the world.

The good thing is that Aaron assured Randy and I that steps are being taken by management to make the changes necessary to get our crew functioning the way it’s supposed to be. Talking to Aaron… I got the feeling that they’re going to go over Jason’s head to do this and that they might even remove him as the night manager. It was kind of like… he said it without saying it. He said to not make any rash decisions, and to be patient because change was on the way. He also told me that the crew couldn’t survive without Randy and I, which… literally made me glow for the majority of the night.

Things at home have been kind of a downer. My poor little Elizabeth Bathory miscarried her kittens. I’ve been very upset about the loss… especially since I actually felt them kick inside of her belly. She has been very depressed since the incident as well, and I’ve been trying to comfort her and make sure she’s warm and cuddled. David was the one who ended up finding her with the kittens, and in a way… I’m glad it was him and not me, because I don’t think I could have handled that. He loves the cats, but to him, they’re just cats. To me, they’re my best friends.. my children, even. Those babies had all of my love from the moment I found out about them. Even if I never knew them, they were my friends. Once I can get my income tax, I’m going to take her up to the vet and get checked out and spayed. I don’t want her to ever have to go through that loss ever again. The other cats have been very supportive of her, keeping her company and whatnot. I was surprised at that, because Miss Bathory and the other cats don’t usually get along.

It’s so nice to have three days off… I should have the new layout up here later on (if I don’t fall asleep), and then I’m going to work on some of my projects. I’ve been trying to think of new things to add, but I’m coming up dry. Hopefully a little bit of relaxation time wets the muse.