Yesterday I checked the guide in my TV to confirm what day it was. That’s the trouble when you work over a 7 day schedule with different days and shifts….. you lose track of what day of the week it is.
Sometimes, on my day off, I get a tiny rush of panic that my days are mixed up and I really should be at work. I keep my schedule on the fridge and check it constantly; stare at it like it will change before my eyes.
I had yesterday off and don’t go in until 4:00 today so it almost feels like a day off. Tonight I’m cleaning and closing the bakery and that’s fine with me. After three busy days on cash last week, going into the bakery at night to clean feels like a blessing. I’ll take cleaning and mopping over the insanity of the ‘endless line’. Far in the back of the store, no one even notices me. I’m at the invisible age anyway, and people rarely look into the bakery unless they want their bread sliced.
On cash, the shifts are anywhere and everywhere, for instance; 11:30 to 5:00, 2:45 to 7:45, 10:15 to 3:15 and the most dreaded for me, 8:00 to 1:00. Sure, I get off at 1:00, but really tired. Sunday I am on until 9:00 at night then go in Monday morning at 8:00….. that’s just cruel.
I’m getting to like the 4:00 to 9:00 shift, or even better …. 5:00 to 9:00; only 4 hours! I can get things done in the morning and still have time for a little rest before work. There is so much to do cleaning and closing the bakery, it goes by fast.
Yesterday it was finally nice outside and I had the day off. What did I do? Go to another grocery store! I needed some things you just can’t get around here (paneer and unbleached coffee filters) and I needed to go somewhere else!
I live alone and have no friends around here nor nice neighbours. I’m going to work and going home and going out of my mind. This morning is very foggy which adds to the feeling of living in my own world: a world of 7 days divided up into varied 5 hour increments; changing all the time. It just keeps going and going……
What day is it?