Weekend warrior.

I work for an urgent care clinic, which means that I work unusual hours. It's a pretty good gig for a student, because aside from doing patient registration and some miscellaneous paper-pushing (standard issue in the receptionist's world), I pretty much get paid to warm an office chair, smile, and study. I work a couple of evenings a week and every other weekend. The evenings are pretty uneventful, but the weekends are exhausting. I get off work on Friday night at 9:00, and I have to be in for an 11 hour shift the next morning at 8:30. (Sundays are a little better, weighting in lighter eight hours.) Weekends tend to be pretty busy. Usually by Saturday night, my brain is as useful to my schoolwork as a jar of peanut butter, so very little studying gets done after I get home.

I have a paper due tomorrow morning, which (naturally) means that I planned to write it this weekend. This weekend was a particularly busy one at work, both days were really crazy. I didn't get any of my paper done at work on Saturday, and I was too mentally exhausted last night to work on it. I figured I'd have time today to get most of it written at work. So naturally, we saw a record number of patients for a Sunday, and I didn't get any writing done today either.

So now I'm going to go, because I have a paper to write.
(More posting to come soon - I'm off clinical rotation for the next two beautiful weeks, so I have time for some blogging. Yay me.)