Just as I was finally getting what I wanted at work and things in life were starting to fall into place…WHAM!

Instead of my lovely 3-11 shift, I am now working 6pm to 6am 3 days a week (either Sun-Tues or Thurs-Sat) and a six hour shift (either 6pm-Midnight or Midnight-6am) on Wednesdays. I’ve been lied to my management. Our stupid schedule flip flops every 4 months, so first I worked the beginning of the week and we flipped the first week of June and am now working the last part of the week. I’m tired, I’m depressed, I’m moody. My work ethic disappeared and I absolutely hate going to work everyday.

People tell me it must be great to only work 3-1/2 days a week. Yeah, on paper it’s freaking wonderful. In real life, not so much. 12 hours in front of a computer has aggravated my old whiplash injury. I make lots of mistakes, I can’t sleep due to crappy neighbors, I cry A LOT. I never see my boyfriend anymore. My knitting is suffering. It’s just not cool.

Well, I knew Saturn was going to make me deal with stuff I’ve been putting off. See, I’ve always wanted my own business. I absolutely loathe working for other people, especially when I view those in power above me as utter nincompoops. Due to not being able to find other work in this field, I decided that after all of this schedule nonsense and especially some utterly ridiculous events that occurred last Friday, I am resolute to finally just do it. The local organization that helps people start small businesses offers classes that I’m going to begin taking in July.

I’m not going to disclose what I want to do just yet. We’ll see if I can get anybody to fund it first. It’s time to take the plunge and stop letting other people without my best interests in mind dictate my life.