I Have the Hands of a Laborer...

So, for those of you who do not know, my non-school year job is housekeeping at a hospital. I really didn't need any experience, and the pay is quite good, and the hours are EXTREMELY flexible. I have fun being on the "inside" of things, my id badge works just about everywhere and I have always loved feeling like I'm special because I can get where others cannot without questions.

But there is a downside, my hands--mind you, never all that soft or lovely--have become the hands of a laborer. Where once I had a callous (sp?) from my pencil, and a few paper cuts from reading and proofing...I now have pruned fingers, dry skin (incurably dry), cuts, scrapes, and a bruise where I smashed my hand into the door of the trash chute.

That's not to mention the aches, pains, and general "grossness" I feel all over at the end of the day. But like I said, the pay is great and so is the schedule so for now I muddle through.

But I am incurably tired now, going to bed around 9 where once I went to bed around 1. Ah well, the sacrifices we make for growing up and living in the real-world. And my "Cappuccinos at the Cafe in Roma Fund" is quite low so I better just muddle through.

JCM