Yawning
I know, I'm a terrible person. I haven't blogged in ages and life has been in fast forward, without a second for me to catch my breath. Most of it is the fact that I am now working 45 hours a week on average, regardless of the fact that I was passed up for promotion and therefore am still scraping by at $9.25/hour.
The biggest problem is that when I finally get a day off, I don't want to catch up on all the things I've been putting off, forgetting, neglecting or simply haven't had the time to do. I want to sleep in, strut around in my sweatpants all day, bake brownies, read a book or watch Netflix.
I don't want to pay the bills, clean my office, do laundry, tidy the bathroom, etc. I want to sit and literally do nothing. Though I eventually talk myself into finally doing all of those tasks, they unfortunately must take priority over blogging -- which is why I am a horrible person and a disgraceful blogger.
Work is no longer a pleasant place that I find enjoyable and I am rapidly discovering that many of my coworkers are not who I thought they were. I'm finding that several of them would not hesitate to throw me under the bus to save their own skins. It's not rocket science and it certainly is not something that should cause me so much anxiety, depression and frustration. And yet, I find that it has become just that.
There are the little moments and adventures though: spontaneously deciding to meet 17 miles away in Quincy (35 minute drive) for dinner because it's the closest Indian restaurant, an evening of laughter, sexual innuendo and eating with our hands at Medieval Manor in Southie, funny catch-up phone calls with my little buddy Tayla who is away at college. Happy times every once in a while. Don't worry; chin up and press on.
The biggest problem is that when I finally get a day off, I don't want to catch up on all the things I've been putting off, forgetting, neglecting or simply haven't had the time to do. I want to sleep in, strut around in my sweatpants all day, bake brownies, read a book or watch Netflix.
I don't want to pay the bills, clean my office, do laundry, tidy the bathroom, etc. I want to sit and literally do nothing. Though I eventually talk myself into finally doing all of those tasks, they unfortunately must take priority over blogging -- which is why I am a horrible person and a disgraceful blogger.
Work is no longer a pleasant place that I find enjoyable and I am rapidly discovering that many of my coworkers are not who I thought they were. I'm finding that several of them would not hesitate to throw me under the bus to save their own skins. It's not rocket science and it certainly is not something that should cause me so much anxiety, depression and frustration. And yet, I find that it has become just that.
There are the little moments and adventures though: spontaneously deciding to meet 17 miles away in Quincy (35 minute drive) for dinner because it's the closest Indian restaurant, an evening of laughter, sexual innuendo and eating with our hands at Medieval Manor in Southie, funny catch-up phone calls with my little buddy Tayla who is away at college. Happy times every once in a while. Don't worry; chin up and press on.
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