Needless to say, I have a cold. Easily the worst one I've had in awhile. I usually shake these things off relatively easily but this time is vastly different.
I started feeling ill on Thursday, while at my day job, and then wondered why a normal shift felt twice as long. Other than the profound sense of exhaustion to the point where it took everything I had to just do my job -- which is this wonderful mix of retail customer service, actual heavy lifting, and a good deal of mechanical knowledge (**and the willingness to constantly learn) as a parts counter clerk at a local branch of a major chain dealing in auto & some power sports parts and sporting goods in Canada... as well as other stuff. I probably gave it away, but for contract reasons I can't spell it out and only bend the rules a bit by hinting at it. Yes, I like my job, which is why I'm choosing not to break the rules here, and I like the company I work for.
Your first guess, however, on who I work for would probably be the correct one.
If not, it's not important anyway to the point of this blog post.
I was tired. Beyond tired. So tired that my brain refused to remember how to charge a car battery (and I've boosted a dead one or two since learning to drive) and had to get one of my co-workers in the same department to figure it out for me. All I wanted to do was curl up and pass out in a corner.
I wrote it off to the fact that I hadn't slept really well for two nights in a row, and after a bit of sleep, I felt halfway normal.
Saturday rolls around and around the three quarter mark of a shorter shift than usual, I felt like someone hit me with a two by four. I was so tired that when a newer coworker asked if he could pick up a shift and take Sunday, I actually let him take the shift.
I'm kind of glad I did.
There was no way I could have worked Sunday. I couldn't even work today.
Thankfully, though, I'm on the mend so hopefully I should be able to go to work tomorrow and catch up with all the other things I'm behind on... such as finally finishing a few of the books I know you have all been waiting for me to finish.
However, if I'm a little off of social media, this massive cold that just won't let go is the primary reason and I really hate being sick to the point of missing work, even if work happens to be at home.
I think what makes it worse is that it's a summer cold and the weather has been gorgeous and I'm missing it because I'm too sick to enjoy it. The BBQ is tempting, but all I can deal with right now is the packets of cup-of-soup in the packets because all it involves is cup, hot water, and ripping the packet open.
If anyone is looking for me, I'll be buried under ten feet of blankets.