Today was a “bury my head in the crook of his neck” kinda day.
I awoke at 3:20 am, got ready for work, made coffee, and then packed my breakfast and lunch. I dashed out to the car, started it, and dashed back in the house. Dang it’s cold!!
While the car warmed up, I wrote a note for the family with reminders of all the day’s activities, and promptly left the house at 4:40am.
So far so good.
I arrived at the hotel and clocked in, put on my radio and proceded to the desk. DeJuan, our night auditor, had 4 people lined up at the desk – wanting to check IN. It was 6 AM!
We had clean rooms, so like always, we were accommodating and checked them in…..
……It didn’t end there.
DeJuan went home, and I checked in guests one after another. The numbers never dwindled however, because I had a handful of “walk-ins”, and tons of “same day reservations.” In between the check-ins, I checked out our “check-outs”. That’s what I was expecting to do this morning. I think that’s what our managers expected as well, otherwise I surely wouldn’t have been scheduled by myself.
9 hours later, with no breaks and no time to eat, I clocked out and collapsed in my car…. not very satisfied with my day…. It was busy (and I like busy), but not so overwhelmingly busy…
I had also left my unfinished checklist with the second shift, who had their own share of people to check-in. But at least there were 2 of them, and 2 managers as well.
I ate my lunch on the way home. At 4:10pm, almost 12 hours later, I walked in my house, got a brief run down of the family’s activities, and then sat in my chair to catch up on emails and blogs.
I turn my computer on….. and it doesn’t boot up.
I turn it off, then back on again. Still doesn’t boot up.
I am beyond the whining stage at this point, and just want to cry. Can’t any part of this day be easy?
For an hour or more, I search on my son’s computer for reasons why my computer won’t boot up. No luck.
So I resort to pushing a lot of buttons on my computer, and powering it off and on again, and all of the sudden….
You can imagine the relief.
I dried my tears, (yes, I really was crying…), and then went to my husband who had very smartly been avoiding me.
I sat on his lap, and buried my head in the crook of his neck.
It’s weird how comforting this is to me. And even though I am interrupting him, he stops what he’s doing, wraps his arms around me, and lets me just breathe until I feel better.
I may have only worked once in the last three days, but I feel like I worked 3 days in one today.
So it’s Saturday night. 9:30. And I’m going to bed. I’m off again tomorrow. Thank goodness. I feel like I’ve earned it.