I will go if you go with me.

Alcohol is an amazing thing.
'Kind of ridiculous, actually. I'm fairly disappointed of how it affected me this long weekend when I went out camping with Cody and a bunch of his friends. Melissa came out too, but I was pretty far gone by the time she arrived (in other words, I was so drunk I don't remember it). Not good.

All things considering, the weekend was fun. I had a good time, I just wish I wasn't so shy when it came to meeting Cody's friends. I preferred spending a lot of the time in the motor-home. Well, for the first two days, anyways, but by the time I started getting comfortable with everyone, the weekend was practically over and the partying was slowing down.
Good one, Rachel.
Actually, the one night that I probably shouldn't have missed (the night when everyone was having fun and drinking), I had drank so much that afternoon that I had passed out before things started getting exciting. Yeah. Smooth.
But I did enjoy the weekend! I got to spend time with Cody (always a good thing) and his friends and we did have fun. It was nice to sit and relax around a fire and not work or worry about having to do anything. I shut my phone off and didn't check it all weekend.

Work. Work is work.
I won't say I hate it.. I've had worse jobs, one's that I've disliked more. This job at the mill is just.. tough. I've never worked a work day over 9 hours long and this one is 11.5 hours. Not only is it long, it's pretty laborious too. Being new probably doesn't make it any easier, I'm sure I'll get used to it after a while, but at the moment I am finding it hard to keep up with production. By the end of the day, my mind is mush and I zone out driving home; by the end of my first week, I felt exhausted and slept for about 10 hours straight afterward, even though I've been getting 7+ hours every night that week. It's a bit daunting and I'm not looking forward to going back tomorrow morning, but this is the best paying job I could get and I'm sure I'll feel better once I get my first paycheck this Friday.
I hope I don't become the weak little kid on the crew. Not too mention that I'm a girl, that would make things even worse if I couldn't keep up. I don't need to deal with people complaining about me being too slow or something.

Fuuuuck. I need to get some sleep so I'm not stumbling around tomorrow. Yeah, my bed time is around 8-10PM now. Preferably 8:30PM. Around there, anyways. So far, the more sleep, the better.

Rachel