Working Like Dog... at least Dogs get sleep

This is actually just a run down of my schedule.

Worked a Friday graveyard shift from 6pm-8am then worked 1-5 Saturday than a shift all day Monday. Tuesday I had off, went to work and visited Johnie. Tuesday night drove to Boise by myself and spent two days there and got back Friday, technically, at 1am. got a few hours of sleep (4). Then went to work from 11:30am-4pm and got a two hour break then went to the Friday night shift again 6pm-8am, then went to work from 1-5 and THEN went to the PAC and ushered until 9 THEN went to a required work BBQ. THEN went home and got to chill and watch a movie, but i couldn't sleep. 

After all of that, I tried to get a little sleep but went to work on Sunday again from 1-4, and found out that morning that his dad filled his rafting boat and got really really sick and was coming home. Saw the Johnie's car was missing when i got back from work, and I knew he was at work without his car. Found out that the bank took it and it really HONESTLY wasn't his fault. Called my dad and he and my mom decided to talk about my sister, who is upset with me, and was telling me how I need to be the more mature one and give 180% when she gives 30%, which was upsetting because I can't seem to muster up the energy. Then I went to the grocery store and got Otter Pops and Dog food and picked Johnie up. Poor guy was stressed out as it was. Then, I changed into a very comfortable t shirt and was very ready to take a load off, but things happen and we had to take his dad to the hospital, which took time but was sorely needed and I volunteered to go.

Then got a few hours of sleep and I worked from 8:30am-9pm today, and here is the break down of that. Roved from 8:30-12:30, break, 2:30-7 at the Rendezvous. On my break, I had to call my mom because my best friend, whom I have been having issues with, was seemingly trying to pick a fight, again, and I really needed advice because I was really ready to explode. Then from 7pm-9pm I am running lights for a show which stresses me out. I am a techie and an actress but I hate running lights and sounds because mistakes can't be covered up...

I, needless to say, am ready to be done.

Yes, I know it could be worse. I am not even mad, angry, or upset. I am even not tired (with the whole 18 hours of sleep in 4 nights). My whole body is just done and done