12-hour Work Day

When I first started this job, I didn’t see anything wrong with working a 12 hour day once each week.  I thought it wouldn’t be a problem, that I would just pack a lunch and a dinner and that everything would be fine.  But over the past couple of years I learned that the 12 hour day is a bit more complicated than all of that.

Since I’m on my feet for most of those 12 hours, comfortable shoes are a must.  That means no high heels, and no flats that give me blisters.  In general, comfortable clothes are a must.  They usually need to handle me crawling under a table, or climbing a step stool… but they need to look professional too so that our patrons don’t raise their eyebrows when I approach them as “the supervisor.”

I’ve also learned that the food is an issue too.  DH likes to eat dinner with me, even if it’s really late at night.  The problem is that I’m really hungry around 6:30pm, but I don’t get to leave work until 8pm.  That’s an hour and a half of waiting for dinner.  I could always eat two dinners, but doing that is why I’m in the shape I’m in.  I’ve also tried bringing an extra snack, but my body is used to eating an actual meal around 6:30 and a snack only makes it want more food.  I’ve also tried just waiting a little longer to eat on Tuesdays.  You know: snack at 11:30 instead of 10, lunch at 2:30 instead of noon, snack at 5 instead of 3, dinner at 8:30 instead of 6:30.  I’ve learned that pushing it all back, just makes me more likely to graze on the junk food in the break room.  I’m also a bit crankier because I have that vague hungry feeling all day.  *sigh*  I guess the thing I’ll try next week is bringing a lunch and a dinner with me, and then eat a snack or drink a cup of tea while DH eats dinner.  Let’s hope that works and that DH doesn’t feel neglected by it.

Any other suggestions, internet people?

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