Stood in for Ka--- at Rip--- High school last night. She has an eight hour shift that would be better off being only four. Got her stuff wrapped up by about seven fifteen. The shift was from three to eleven. I started working at roughly three thirty to allow for students to exit. Finished up three parts of her work, took lunch at six. Went back out about six thirty, finished the last bit of her work.
No one else working there required any further help. I sat from seven fifteen on until around ten after ten. Wife come then with chicken nuggets from our favorite golden arches. Sat in the Jeep with her for a bit until the ladies I was working with piled in their vehicles & headed out. Wife was piddling with a game on her phone, wrapped up and we come out of the lot behind the ladies.
My work day was so eventful, ... almost had a heart attack from all the excitement. Did need to take a few moments rest after moving some heavy tarps that were rolled up. My blood pressure spiked up on me from bending over, up, and the lifting. So I sat a few minutes until the "hey dummy" headache passed.
Yes indeed, quite a work day. It is simply very routine for me. A lot of my work is relegated to being muscle memory. I don't even need to think about doing it. I show up, it gets done. People have started saying as much too, "Ben's here, the work is done." And most often the work is done just as soon as I come in. They all chuckle that I get done so quickly.
I've been reviewed enough they know my work is up to par or excels over it. Not doing sloppy work, or shirking too much. There is some I don't do but usually because I look it over and see it's still alright, doesn't need done. I do what is needed, do it effectively, efficiently. Then, I wind up with soma time.
, and you make a quick recovery
