**sigh**

[treeskin]

As if the schedule I posted yesterday wasn't bad enough, my weekend had, by the end of my work day, completely gone kaput. Not entirely in a bad way, but I'm all booked up now, dammit.

My weekend schedule (which intersects somewhat with By's):

Sat: work
Sun: help Star move, hopefully get some boyfriend time
Mon: interview for greenhouse job at 2:30
Tues: go in and spray noxious weeds in the prairie at school

And Tuesday's stuff needs to be done then, because (a)the Vice President's freaking about it, and needs to be calmed down, and (b)the ecology prof likes the idea of using it as a lab demo (which means I need to save some of that work for that Thurs as well--two different groups of students).

On the other hand, the weekend of the 25th has just become a long weekend, because I put in for that Sat off, and if I go in on Tuesday, I'm certainly not going to give them a full work day on Friday.

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[treeskin.livejournal.com]

So do I. Which is why my coworkers know better than to talk to me before I've opened that first can of Coke and had about half of it. And on the days (or nights, rather) where I have to be in at 3am to shovel snow...I'm sure you can imagine.

[cammie018.livejournal.com]

Oh honey, I am so sorry. Will you still have to do that when you get this new job?

[treeskin.livejournal.com]

Nope. The three magic words--"no snow removal"--are a big part of why I'm so hot to get out of grounds and into the greenhouse. (My idiot boss, and just liking the work better are the other reasons.)