If you wanted to make a movie of my life right now, it would probably not be a drama. It would definitely not be a comedy. No, in all likelihood, the celluloid version of my day to day would be a zombie flick. My star turn is as a member of the lurching undead. Cool, huh?
For the second day in a row, I’m in my fifteenth straight hour at work.(Monday was only effectively 12 hours if I count uni.) Did I mention I juggle around sixty distinct phone calls a day that start before I leave the house? Or that no matter how tired I am when I walk in the door, I just can't get to sleep before 1 or 2 am? People, I know parents of babies who get more rest than I do.
My exhaustion is a heaviness in more than just my eyelids. Six months ago, I stayed out late every school night and it was fine. Of course, that was when I left work after mere nine hour days to see friends and go to bars or movies or restaurants or wherever and do fun things. Now, excitement requires an energy I just don’t have. It's a nice idea in theory, but please, just leave me half asleep on the couch in front of the Up Late Game Show.
It all comes down to one simple, depressing fact. Everything besides work takes too much effort these days, even if I had time for it. I finish up my current job in 2 days and there are going to be sweeping changes around here, because really? It's just too boring for words.
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