Being Nicotine's bitch, again.

     I'm resisting every single one of my primal instincts by staying up this late to write, and consuming even more of these toxic vapors, but if I don't do it now, this post might not come to fruition for another week. Although not much of personal life is revealed through this blog, I think it essential to this entry that I tell my readers that I am currently working two jobs, a part time at a popular pizza delivery chain, and a full time in my town paper's pressroom. I'd like to think this would explain to my handful of loyal readers why new content to the blog has been.. lacking.

    Plenty of people work two jobs, it shouldn't be too difficult for a young adult to go with the motions, right? Well, I'd like to think that it's not my laziness that keeps me from staying on top of my responsibilities (including a Wendy's bag that's been in my backseat for nearly 4 days), but rather, the role-conflict brought about by my ditzy work schedules.

    See, I began working at the pizzeria about a week ago, an average of 27-33 hours a week. Not terrible. Pretty fun work actually, and the feeling of accomplishment is most gratifying. I'm pretty content with the job, though I'd have NO complaint if I were scheduled more hours. That is, if I didn't also work at the printing press.

    Not even 3 days into my employment at the pizza chain, which we'll call Dominoose for the remainder of the post, I receive a call from the local paper's printing manager, saying he'd like to schedule an interview. I'd applied for the paper a few days before the pizzeria, and thought the part time job advertised in the classified section would be a convenient foot in the door for my future career as a journalist. hah!     Two days and an interview later, I realized that the classified ad had been mistyped, or I'd been deliberately misled. The pressroom job is actually fulltime, an average of 7 hours, 6-7 days a week. Ridiculous.

     It was around 4:40 in the morning when I began writing this entry. This untimely hour is not a result of insomnia, but rather,  of a lack for a better time. The conflict is this,  my average Dominoose shifts alternate from 10am-3pm one day, then 5pm-10pm the next day(night). This wasn't a terrible dig, considering that after the two day segment I was off. Once I started at the printing press, I realized the unstructured night shift hours would prove to be troublesome to my day job, as well as my sleep schedule (which leads to a messy home, ruined parental relations, untimely death, etc.)

   I'll explain with an example. A couple days ago, I worked the Dominoose night shift, getting out around 10pm. This same night I was scheduled for pressroom at 11pm, working until we finished Sunday and Wednesday's papers. This task was complete around 4am next morning.

   If you recall any of the last paragraph, you'll note that I worked the 10am shift of Dominoose the next day. No big deal right? After some half-assed time-management skills I managed to get 4.5 hours of sleep in. No complaints the next day. That is of course until the second night at the pressroom, starting at 6pm. I expected it to be a short night, as before. Nope, 3 papers to print this time, and ads. Got out once more at 4am, woke up today at noon, only to prepare for my third night.

    I dunno, at this point I'm just bitching. I tend to do that a lot when I comes to not feeling accomplished. Except now, it's an inability to accomplish in other aspects of my life. I'd love to be able to function on a mere 3 hours of sleep, but much to my chagrin, its the molecule below that sustained me through tonight's shift, and this entry. I suppose since this became a rant, I might as well state my solution.

a 4 step program to getting shit done.

1. Push through to my first paycheck from the pressroom.

2. Quit the pressroom.

3. live off of Dominoose's pay until I can find an actual part time.

4. Get off the nicotine for a good while.

I guess it wouldn't be the blog I strive for if I didn't put some sort of lesson in the entry.

More analects from Danny then.

Prioritize! money won't mean as much if you only spend it on getting to work.

However, a good work ethic will get you further than a high school diploma, any day.

However, education/knowledge are what add to the glory of aging.

Also, Farther refers to physical distance, whereas Further means "of a higher degree". Work might not LITERALLY get you physically further from your initial position than a legal document.

This is getting ridiculous.

Good night(morning).

Edited by K.B.

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