Hammered!!
On Sunday night just gone, I did a job for POWA Audio, helping them to load out the P.A. lights & staging from the state youth games in Warragul. As always, I checked before hand as to the estimate of how long the job should take. I was told, “arrive in Warragul with the truck at 10 pm for a 3 - 4 hour load out.” So I steeled myself for a late one & made the trip down.
As usual, anything to do with concert p.a. & lighting has someone laughing behind their hand whenever time estimates are given. 2 a.m. came & went & we had only just moved the truck into position for the loading….. of the first stage. 3 a.m. came & went & we hadn’t finished stage one; 4.a.m. came & went & we had just connected the trailer to load all of the staging; 4;30 a.m. & we closed the back doors of both truck & trailer. After driving back to Bayswater to drop off the truck & then back to Warburton I finally crawled into bed at 7 a.m.
Yesterday was a bit of a lost day; I hurt in so many places that I wanted to buy a body suit made out of that rubbery stuff that athletes wear over injured muscles. I barely moved all day. Even the joints in my fingers were sore from the handles on all of the cases that we had to lift above shoulder height. It is THE MOST Tired that I have ever been.
It is an awfully hard way to earn a living.
So what’s the most tired that you have ever been & why? Or conversely, what’s the hardest days work that you have ever done?
MM
June 12th, 2007 at 12:10 pm
I worked in a theatre restaurant when I was 18. I had to dress up as a trampy vampire. I didn’t pull the hours you did MM but I did pull the idiots! I would work from 5pm until about 1am and the whole time I was there I would be hit on by drunk guys. I had to waitress their tables and listen to the gawf. mostly I liked it
The other hard work I had to do was cutting cables in a factory. Boy they did not see me coming. I’m no Paris Hilton but I did act like a princess while I was there. My hands were not made for cutting cable by the truck load in a dirty smelly factory with naked ladies posted up in the toilet!
June 12th, 2007 at 8:03 pm
One new years day, where I had not slept a wink due to the previous night’s festivities, I worked a nine hour shift without a break on a 38 degree heat day in a new job at a restaurant on THE busiest recorded day of the year..
I was pretty knackered by the end. Prob doesn’t come close to hard labour or parenthood, but it was a hard one for me
& I did what any normal, intelligent, young girl existing on little sleep would do… I cried and moped about how I never wanted to go back there, and then slept and went back to work the next day
June 13th, 2007 at 6:40 pm
ha ha. Your last point made me laugh Audrey. I did the same thing the first night of the theatre restaurant….what we will do for the mighty $
June 14th, 2007 at 7:23 pm
Can’t compete with that one MM, sounds like Hell on a stick!
June 15th, 2007 at 12:23 pm
That’s because you’ve never worked a hard day in your life mikey
June 18th, 2007 at 8:17 am
I got 3 that draw even…
Firstly, my early Planet Shakers experiences were exhausting. Pretty much living on 3-4hours sleep for a whole week, and usually no sleep on the last night. One year o got home at lunchtime and went straight to sleep. i got up for dinner and then went back to bed for a further 12 hours.
the second one was on the way home from europe when i was 15. With a 23-hour flight ahead, I decided that the best way to beat jetlag was to simply not sleep from the time when I woke-up in london until bedtime in melbourne. 30-hours later i was one buggered monkey.
My last one would have to be any of several weekends when I have worked ’til 2am on a saturday night, woken up with what feels (from what I’m told
) like a hangover, and then going back to do it all again at 10 in the morning. Urggghhhh…
June 18th, 2007 at 12:19 pm
Did it work? I mean you beating jetlag?