It's been a crazy couple of days. Things have really hit at the theater and I have found myself more and more tired. It's interesting having to be on top of so many things that really in the long run don't matter so much.
There is just this constant stream of:
Are both warmers full of popcorn? Is the popper running okay (because yesterday one of them wasn't and we barely stayed ahead of the popcorn demand,) what is going on with the pizza oven, has maintaince been called, do we have enough hot dogs? When the sam hill are pickles going to arrive, I don't think we have enough nachos to last the weekend, can we pick some up from Jordan Commons, how come the floor hasn't been swept, has everyone had their break, when is the next rush, this person called in sick, do they have a note, the satellite stand needs large cups, blah blah blah...
It gets really exhausting and it has been rather inspiring for me to go home and really whale on my portfolio so I can get the @#$% out of dodge...but it sure takes a LOT of energy to be there.
I was thinking on Thanksgiving that I AM grateful for my job and I confess I really feel like I have accomplished a lot of good since I got transferred over. I have a really terrific crew and I feel like they pretty much have a good time at work. They are always game for my crazy contests, they are getting into my `Word of the Day,' I get asked often to sing Nations of the World (my oh so cheap party trick,) and I honestly have a really good time. (It's a lot more fun being a lead/supervisor than it is being a general employee. There. I said it. It's fun to be the boss. ) I have discovered I am a really good manager. But it's not what I really want to do.
This is, of course, old news.
I have been plotting my 6 month plan. I'll be posting it shortly so everyone can help keep me accountable. It's full of a lot of projects and portfolio pieces as well as a strenous exercise plan. Among other things I'm going to start running to work. It will be interesting. I want to see how much time I can shave off. Seeing Suzanne in a size 8 was definitely inspiring and if she can do it, so can I. I was doing really well until the end of July. Thump. No. SPLAT!!!
Thanksgiving was fun despite the missing sibling. I don't think I was really much of a help to the folks in getting ready. I was super tired after a long day of work and then didn't sleep well downstairs on the couch. I went and had a midmorning nap in the spare bedroom and found my dreams filled with bizarre and terrifying nightmares. So, not much a rest there.
Wulfie though on the other hand has done plenty of sleeping. He loves being at Grandma and Grandpa's house. He gets much attention, more treats than food, he gets to go outside and he adores snoozing on the footstool. I think he loves the stupefying warmth of the basement. It's funny seeing how well he does with his 2 homes and I know that my folks love having him. He certainly gives them something to fuss over. They have taken to calling him their `grandkitten.' Hee.
I had to be back to work at 5:00 PM and after a long and very hectic evening (not enough people and one of the poppers was broken, (BAAAD!!!!) I was finally able to go home and collapse at 3:30. I had to be to work at 8:30 the next day. Bleah!
Still though, I would have rather worked the morning than the evening. Days and afternoons can be oh so nutso but I prefer them to the dark chaos of the evening. Which reminds me, I get to close the theater tomorrow night. HuzZAH.
Me and Mike closing the theater a few nights ago...