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Mar. 22nd, 2016 06:41 pmWe've been doing 10-hour shifts at work (I'm an electrician trainee) for most of a month now, and Saturday shifts for almost two months. I'm kinda wondering what I've gotten myself into.
The last few days have felt kind of like a turning point, where finally I'm not coasting on momentum anymore and am just chugging through this junk under my own power. It feels like wearing a heavy coat. Not a huge deal, but everything takes a little more effort and everything's a little slower, a little more don-wanna on every new task. There's a song I thought was a shitty Pearl Jam cover but as it turns out it's actually by Seven Mary Three, called Cumbersome. That's me. It's also mid-nineties navelgazing at its finest.
Oh hey, I can post video. Enjoy this moment of bluesy pre-hipster whiteboy agnst [sic].
Anyway, I'm tired as fuck and getting incrementally more tired and this isn't even the craziest that work schedules get during crunch time. There's talk that we'll be working Sundays, too, and this high-gear whatnot is going to continue until May. I know a guy who did 16-hour days, 7 days a week, for three months. One of my co-workers did 7 12s for half a year--thankfully on a different job. He says he didn't know his name at the end of that. I'm just wondering if I can handle this stuff. I got a late start in the trades, and being able to coast through hell on energy drinks is no longer a thing I can do.
This is one of the boomiest boom-times Seattle has ever had as far as construction goes. I stepped into a river at flood stage, basically. Eventually this will end and I will have a lot more money. Still, though. Still trying to figure out how to be happy about life when most of my friend time and nearly all of my hobbies are on hold for a matter of months.
The last few days have felt kind of like a turning point, where finally I'm not coasting on momentum anymore and am just chugging through this junk under my own power. It feels like wearing a heavy coat. Not a huge deal, but everything takes a little more effort and everything's a little slower, a little more don-wanna on every new task. There's a song I thought was a shitty Pearl Jam cover but as it turns out it's actually by Seven Mary Three, called Cumbersome. That's me. It's also mid-nineties navelgazing at its finest.
Oh hey, I can post video. Enjoy this moment of bluesy pre-hipster whiteboy agnst [sic].
Anyway, I'm tired as fuck and getting incrementally more tired and this isn't even the craziest that work schedules get during crunch time. There's talk that we'll be working Sundays, too, and this high-gear whatnot is going to continue until May. I know a guy who did 16-hour days, 7 days a week, for three months. One of my co-workers did 7 12s for half a year--thankfully on a different job. He says he didn't know his name at the end of that. I'm just wondering if I can handle this stuff. I got a late start in the trades, and being able to coast through hell on energy drinks is no longer a thing I can do.
This is one of the boomiest boom-times Seattle has ever had as far as construction goes. I stepped into a river at flood stage, basically. Eventually this will end and I will have a lot more money. Still, though. Still trying to figure out how to be happy about life when most of my friend time and nearly all of my hobbies are on hold for a matter of months.
