I could easily spend my time here writing about how stressful work is or how much I enjoyed waking up this morning to a sick husband and a teething child....at 3:30 AM. But the truth is....I can't. I'm just too exhausted. My creative juices aren't flowing and my brain hurts. And, as soon as I'm done procrastinating, I have to start a load of laundry and then get back to work.
I should destroy the remote access link my home computer has with my work one. Those two should definitely not know each other, let alone ever have conversations. My laptop should be used for shopping and posting fun pictures on facebook. Instead it often gets used to reconcile budgets, appoint faculty members, and proofread letters. ugh.
The other day one of my co-workers suddenly exclaimed, "Oh no! You haven't been here even six months and already you're burning out!" She wasn't far off...I have been there for almost six months.
I love my job but I also love my sanity and my old clothes that I can't seem to find the time to work myself into. Somehow I need to get this train turned around and headed back in a healthy more enjoyable direction.
I've got it!
Fat Olympics Round 2....here I come!