I was just thinking about how long I’ve been steadily employed, and that it had to have been almost as long as the first job I took when I got up here.
Then I realized that the first job only lasted two and a half months, and I only worked about six weeks over the next two months after that.
Counting this job and the one before it, which ended about 12 hours before I started this one, I’ve worked every day (minus a few holidays) for four and a half months. (*Edit: I just remembered the two weeks I scouted for an Indie led straight into the job after that, so it has actually been five months already*)That might not seem like a lot, but considering the stress and the stakes involved, and when a 60-hour week is considered a breeze, trust me: it’s a lot.
I have another month and a half before the first part of our season wraps (we still don’t know if we’re getting a back nine. Fingers crossed). After working for six months without a break from this life, I will be very ready to take the rest of the year off, even if going home for Christmas means guaranteed stress.
If we get picked up for a full season, I’ll be working straight through Easter, which then means it will be European vacation time. If not, I’ll have to jump on another project, and the wait for a true vacation will continue.