Late Night

On Wednesdays my library work day begins at noon. Of course, I use the free morning to run errands and read assignments and catch up on housework. Then I head off for the afternoon and night shift at the library. Today I plan to stay long after my usual home going time to work with the new Evening Supervisor. She comes in at 9 pm. Depending on her questions and what she is able to absorb, I could be here well nigh all evening.

I am happy to be training. Because of the bad job market out there, I was fortunate to be able to hire far above the normal level of expertise for these positions. I know our new hires will catch on quickly and take us much farther down the improvement road than we have managed to get thus far, and for that I am grateful. I keep telling myself that the late hours will end soon, and that there is a light at the end of the "filling in for two other jobs more than I normally do" thing.

Still, by the end of the day when I finally head home bleary eyed, I am more than ready to call it quits. I guess I am getting old. I used to run all day and not get weary. Or else its just this cough that tires me out so much. If I could just breathe better, I think I could manage to handle the occasional candle burning at both ends day.