It's Friday and the struggle has only begun

The second day of Cup Match (Somers Day) and I think I may have screwed myself. I picked up a day shift, in addition to already long night shift. Since it's the last day of the month I'll have to do inventory which guarantees that I will spend at least one hour extra at work tonight. So basically I'm looking at at least fourteen hours of straight work. I can't remember doing this in a restaurant since I lived in New York City.

I'm here having breakfast after a long run. I was worried last night that I wouldn't get up to run today, or do a short run only. I was awake at 7am with only six hours sleep and went out and did the lighthouse run. It took me about an hour with stretching and the extra work out. I feel good about that, because regardless of my job, I was able to accomplish something for myself.

I think that will be a new goal for me, regardless of the work that I have to do for my job and other people, I will accomplish something for me everyday. This could be sticking to my workout, taking time to read something that I'm interested in, going to the beach, or just sitting for a meditation. Writing these posts don't count.

Short run, long run

I took my run today. And after yesterday's venture along the lighthouse route, I told myself that I would take it easy and just do a short run to the Fairmont entrance and that would be that. However, listening to the Toadies on my SansaClip, I couldn't help taking it a bit further. I ended up pushing myself to Henry VII and trudging back home. It was a good run but hard. I hope I'm up to the lighthouse run for tomorrow.

What a rotten day off

It was spent working. I had to give a training session that I had to be evaluated on, and I had to run an errand that really took me out of my way. And I had to visit a sick friend. I ended up nailing the evaluation, but I feel bad about how I feel having to do the other stuff. It was my day off and I wanted to spend it on the beach. Instead, I'm being asked favors by people who could have put a little effort into running their own errands or whatever.

I shouldn't feel this way, but I've been complaining about being overworked for a while. I haven't had many days off this summer and when I do get them, they're usually filled with me trying to do things that I haven't had time for. Yesterday I just wanted to lay out on the beach and relax.

This Monday coming up I have another day off. A real day off. I will make no plans for that day unless they are cool and relaxing. My sister's coming in that day with a new camera for me and some other goodies. I think I'll workout, go to the beach, have lunch somewhere (St. George's would be nice), and maybe check out the movies. I think Public Enemies will be showing.

I don't want the work to stop, really. I just want to be able to manage my free time better and use it for me and my relaxation. There isn't much summer left, and I still want some.

I just had a serious brush with death

Okay, it might not have been death, but it was definitely serious. Actually, all I can think of it as is an experience to make you grow up. I used to be a bit more mindful in the choices that I make and from now on that will have to be the case. I cannot accept the stupid choices I make or brush them off as errors in judgment anymore. I will have to be more responsible and consider what is always at stake.

The story has been told

Finally, that Bermuda National Trust production is over. I can't say that it wasn't fun, but I'm glad its done.

Today was a testament to what my summer has been like so far. Meetings, errands, and scheduling of more meetings. The amount of work that I have coming up is good. But I need to make sure I have time for rest and relaxation. My partner in crime is away right now taking her MCAT. She'll be gone for two weeks which gives me time to get a lot of work done so I can spend the end of the summer vacation with her.

I'm thinking, beach everyday... late night excursions into hidden areas of the island... and days off spent in cool seaside hotel rooms. We need a beach fire too. Yeah, a beach fire. Definitely.

Crap, I forgot I even had a blog.

It's been like 8 months or something and I haven't posted squat. I have no reason for this and it would be trite for me to use this opportunity to state excuses why I've been negligent. All that I can say is that I'm back.

I am back.

Tonight I am finishing up my last performance in Michael Gilkes production of Verdmont House - The Untold Story.

VERDMONT - THE UNTOLD STORY

Saturday July 25th and Sunday July 26th, 2009

Recognising the need to produce inclusive programming, the Bermuda National Trust wishes to interpret this historic house through the eyes of its former occupants, shifting the focus from architectural to human heritage. We aim to tell inclusive stories through a series of dramatic performances. The 300 year history provides great scope to use the people of Verdmont to present the diversity of responses to the social, economic and political forces over time that have shaped our island while demonstrating how both black and white, enslaved and free, lived and worked together at this site. These dramatic performances promise to enlighten and challenge the audience while encouraging an appreciation of our diversity and the history that connects us. Verdmont was built c1710 and opened as a museum in 1957.

I've been playing two characters Alcindor Bacchus Junior and Hassan Bambara. Junior is the slave son of a slave who grows up to become a mariner. I have a romantic scene where I ask a slave girl to marry me. Hassan Bambara is a fictional African Sea Captain who is assisting in a plot for Bermudian slaveowners to secretly trade gunpowder with Americans during the War of Independence/Colonial War, for provisions. I only have one line, but its a powerful character and a powerful performance.

I'm having a lot more fun that I did when we first started rehearsing. I had to take sometime off of work, but I needed it. The job has been stressing me out. Tonight's the cast party, so that should deal with all the stress. Heh heh heh.