Working Hard

I've been really good at keeping to a regular posting schedule for the past two months, but my new job at Target immediately took over my life and drastically reduced the amount of free time I have. I'm barely keeping up with my TV shows, and it's taking twice as long to read books, so there's nothing much to review or recommend. And obviously, when I come home at midnight from working eight or nine hours, the last thing on my mind is writing a blog post (even if it's about my beloved obscure British actors).

Yesterday (a Monday) was supposed to be my first day off since I started work last Tuesday, so you can imagine how upset I was when Target called that morning asking for me to work a seven-hour shift last night. I haven't worked retail in over three years, so naturally it's taking my body a little while to readjust, and I've been exhausted all week. The only thing that kept me going on Sunday, my sixth day in a row at work, was the fact that I could go home and rest for a couple of days. Thankfully, the store was less than half as busy as it had been all weekend, so I enjoyed the peace. There were a few short spurts where all the cashiers had long lines, but overall it was a huge change and relief.

Today I headed back to the Civil Rights Institute for the first time in a week and a half, and it was wonderful. All morning I waited for my phone to ring, but it thankfully never did. I stayed at the Institute for a few hours, doing a little filing here and there, and then I came home and took a nap before dinner. Supposedly I also have tomorrow off before a five-day spurt over the weekend. Thursday shouldn't be as bad because it's only a six-hour shift, and Friday will be worth going in because I'll get my first paycheck. I haven't gotten paid since last May, so it's an exciting moment, to say the least. Once I have money in my hand, all the hard work will be worth it because I'll be one step closer to England.