(127/365)
First of seven Summerfest shifts completed last night. It was not without its quiet moments, but the night was still busy enough for me to get some practice in–some minor traumas (blisters, cuts, nosebleeds), a couple of medical situations that were most likely just anxiety/panic attacks, but nothing catastrophic. The flow went something like this–long periods of downtime alternating with short bursts of multiple persons to tend to. I like to think that Fate or whoever was screwing with me, because the night was pretty slow up until I took the first bite of my dinner (a brat from Mader’s). It must have been at least 30 minutes until I was able to get a second bite. Not that I minded–it felt good actually doing something useful.
If my next shift is at least as busy as this one was, I might regret thinking I’d be up for six consecutive nights. oy.
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