Well it has been a few weeks since my last post and I am dreading my next one. I just returned from out of state for Chicken Flats I worked a total of 93 hours in one week. Let me just vent for a moment, bare with me.
There are 168 hours in a full week. If 93 of those I was working; that would leave 75 hours in the week for eating, and sleeping. I would say I spent about 4 hours a day at the hotel doing my laundry, cooking or just watching a little tv. Or visiting venting to other chicken flat people about how freaking tired I was. So now my 75 hours left in week are now down to 47.
On Saturday night I did go to bed early and slept in for a full 9 hours of straight sleep. So stay with me people that means the remain 38 hours of the week were dedicated to sleep and was divided into 6 days averaging 6.3 hours a sleep a night. Not crazy bad right? Here is that kicker. Take those 6 hours a night and throw in 10 red eye flights a night at the freaking international airport located right next door!!! Who the fuck flys at 3:30 am...what the hell is so important that you must leave town at that hour. Jesus Christ even murders, who are trying to escape, don't sneak out at 3:30 in the freaking morning! Air lines should go green. Save the freaking jet fuel. You can not tell me that all ten flights a freaking night are full. There is no possible freaking way! RED EYES SHOULD BE OUTLAWED.
Then I come home and the rat race begins. Then to top it off tomorrow is weigh in and tape day. And my freaking scale finaly bit the dust. So I have to get a new one. But here is the crap thing, what if it has been wrong the entire time. What if I haven't lost a pound? Crap!!!
Okay lets think possitivly maybe I am really 40lbs lighter than what I thought? Then I would only have 20lbs to my goal. YEAH! (like that will happen).