Wedding Gawker Conquered

I know, I know... My posts have been incredibly scarce lately.  For that, I apologize.  I'm afraid this post isn't going to provide much substance, either, as I'm about to dash out the door to catch a flight to Denver.  I have to admit, I'm pretty darn excited about being back in my home state for a few days.

I'm even more excited to announce that my wedding is being featured on Wedding Gawker today.  Woo hoo!  After months of pouring through this site and ogling other people's wedding, MY wedding is finally the one being ogled.  I know it's silly, but I cannot even express how giddy I am to be gracing their home page.  So, please check out Wedding Gawker and gawk at my wedding.  And, I promise that I will provide more pictures and go into further details very soon.

A Whole Lot of Nothing

I have to admit, last week was rough.  I spent more time waiting to be called into work than actually working, which was a monumental waste of time.  (I know, I know… how rough can life be when you live on the beach?  But how can I afford to live on the beach without a paycheck?)

I tried to make the best of it by maintaining a positive attitude and maximizing my beach time, but all of that waiting still took its toll.  It did nothing for my sense of self-worth, and even less for my pocketbook.  I started to feel like a desperate lover, staring at my silent phone, willing it to ring, and bring me the news I was yearning to hear.  But, alas, all of this longing was in vain.  I only managed to nab two shifts, which does not equal a full workweek.

I’m fully aware this is one of the major pitfalls to working agency, and that summertime usually brings a decreased census for all of the local hospitals, thus less work for free-lancers like me, but last week was ridiculous.  And this week isn’t looking much more promising, either.  Last night was lucky, but tonight has only provided more of the same nothingness. Agh!  At this rate, I may have to take up being a beach bum as my official profession.

Sleepless in the OC

Agh!  I am more than just a little frustrated with myself today.  (And I feel like the worst friend ever, to boot.)  Since I was cancelled from work last night, I decided to make up for the disappointment by planning a great morning.  My rationale being that, if I can’t work, I should take advantage of my free time by squeezing as much exercise into my morning as possible.  A few texts later, I had a plan and was stoked.  Today was going to start with an early-morning yoga session, followed by an invigorating training swim, then maybe some weight training, leaving the rest of my day free until afternoon nap-time (a necessity for working night shift).  I even had my gym bag packed and ready to go, so I wouldn’t sleepily talk myself out of this pre-dawn exercise when the alarm went off.

But, of course, my subconscious had other plans.  As soon as my head hit the pillow, I knew I was in for trouble.  I could feel it before I even had a chance to snuggle in next to Mouse.  The dreaded insomnia took hold of my brain and wouldn’t let go.  No matter my heavy eyes or exhausted body, I just couldn’t convince myself to fall asleep.  The hours dragged by as the rest of the world slept, and I tossed and turned.  It was a double-whammy – no work and then no sleep.  It just wasn’t fair.

So, when 5am rolled around and my Newport bestie was texting to make sure I was up and ready, I was just beginning to fall asleep.  Thus, I did the only rational thing and bailed, and hated myself for doing it.  Even more so, I hated my messed-up sleep cycle for dictating my day and ruining my plans.  I despise being a slave to sleeplessness!  But, this is one of the downsides to working nights, and is something I’ve grown to just deal with.  Maybe I just need to give in and realize pre-dawn yoga sessions just aren’t in the cards for me.  Or, maybe, I should be more realistic and aim for a noon session instead.

Tick Tock

Tick tock.  I’m finished watching the clock.  I've been counting down until the fateful hour of 7pm, mentally commanding my phone to ring.  It never did, so my hopes of working tonight are dashed.  This wistful waiting is one of the downfalls of working exclusively for an agency; work is never a guarantee.  Essentially, I’m a free-lancer, so when the patient census goes down, I’m out of luck.  Thankfully, this doesn’t happen too often, but still… Nights like this can be painful.  A girl's got bills to pay!  My only consolation is that a free night equals dinner and wine with my Mouse.  So, I'm off to the store to pick out a crisp white and a nice piece of fish.  All I can do is enjoy my forces R&R and hope for better luck/employment tomorrow!