I’ve made my triumphant return to work! This is how I feel about it:
I believe this is what’s called “smizing”. (Yeah, I used to be into ANTM, but only up until Cycle 5. I’m a RPDR gal now.)
This is how I feel about having so much shit on my face.
These glasses are especially not compatible with wearing a mask. They fog up so much, making it difficult for me to see what I’m doing. Also, I think wearing a mask has caused my skin to break out. I guess my face doesn’t like carbon monoxide vapours.
I have an even bigger, yet less-visible problem though.
I have a canker sore for the first time since I was a kid. It feels like a tiny piece of glass is trapped in the pocket between my gums and the inside of my lower lip. Life is uncomfortable.
Another discomfort I’ve been experiencing is…
My body is confused by the upsurge in time spent upright.
Yann is only just beginning to understand that even though 30 isn’t old, that it’s when your body starts to lose its resiliency. I’ve been in my 30s for six years now: I’m not surprised my feet, knees, and back are sore after 8 hours of standing.
Also, we’ve been given the noon-8pm shift, which means we don’t eat dinner until 9pm, which makes for a disoriented digestive system.
How have the cats been coping with our absence? A friend joked about Enfoiré shitting all over the place in protest, but that didn’t happen. Instead, Enfoiré yakked up the biggest hairball we’d ever seen.
It was about 10cm long (I confirmed the size with Yann, who cleaned it up). Gross. And sort of impressive. It looked like a slug had somehow broken into our place!
The perk of working with Yann is that we’re able to work in close proximity, as we live together anyway. Like me, he had some complaints about being back at work.
“We’ve only been back for two days, and already you’re complaining?” I asked.
What can I say? We’re a whiny duo.
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