Chris Walsh (chris_walsh) wrote,
Chris Walsh

Gettin' more ready

Today is my Saturday. Um, most of my jobs have had Monday-Friday work schedules — exceptions were the Fred Meyer-Kroger call center work, when my days off were in the middle of the week, my last two years at the Vesta call center when I had (I think) Sundays and Mondays off, and my first year at Vesta when my days off were Tuesdays, most (but not all) of Wednesdays*, and Thursdays — my new job's schedule has me off Fridays and Saturdays. As with all schedules, except one with Too Much Going On, I'll adapt to this schedule, but it still feels a little weird, here at the start.

My errands today: going to the Holgate library where I have my holds delivered so I could pick up a DVD I want to watch (the Clive Barker film Hellbound: Hellraiser II) and return the Richard Matheson story collection I'd just finished, then to Southeast Barber Company to get a needed haircut — I last got a trim in early September — then then out in the rain (which was heavy at times this afternoon) and over to the nearby Woodstock library. I went online there for a bit, plus found another DVD I saw and was curious about (the thriller Cellular) and borrowed that, too. Then I treated myself to dinner at Dick's Primal Burger, a medium-rare patty on a bed of kale.

More errands tomorrow. Like the haircut errand, these errands will be work-related. (The haircut is work-related because a) GOOD IDEA TO LOOK PROFESSIONAL, and b) since I'll wake up for work early, I like being able to leave for work without washing my hair every morning.)

* I worked for three hours Wednesday mornings, 6:30 to 9:30. The call center sometimes scheduled people so specifically that, very occasionally, some of us worked for a one-hour shift. Luckily that was, I think, rare; and I never did that.

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