Overwhelming Life

I survived my 21 day long “work week”. My two “days off” were filled with everything. 5AM wakeup on Saturday followed by cooking and cleaning. Then driving an hour to Jonathan’s grandmother’s house. Thanksgiving with his family followed by child care followed by an hour long drive home. Sunday was cleaning, laundry, shopping….wait, shopping? No, I didn’t get to have fun. I ran out of cat food, dog food, cat litter, and pill pockets for on of the cats. I HAD to go shopping. Did I mention I had no groceries in the house? Yeah. Nothing. Grocery shopping too. Followed by a 1hr reprieve where I watched part of a rerun of some show that Jonathan wanted to watch. Then back to chores. What unrestful “days off”.

Monday at work was uneventful and I was grateful. Today, however, was another story. If something could break it did. I spent most of the day troubleshooting issues then got whined at by management for not researching an issue that was not very important. Then I was assigned a huge project. In order to complete said huge project, I need to work around the clock every day between now and Christmas. Gee thanks, crappy job.

I’m striving to get my dream job started, but sometimes it feels defeating. Knowing there are so many others out there doing what I love. Knowing I have so much to learn…and so many supplies I still need to buy.

I just want a break from this overwhelming life. The only thing that’s going really well right now is that most of my Christmas shopping is already done.

The 20th Day

Today is my 20th day in a row of working. You might assume that I’ve been working on a very interesting project. This is not the case. Even though I work at the type of job that could allow employees to work from home on a variable schedule, the old heads insist on a 40hr+, 8A-6P, M-F schedule with “other hours as needed”.

I spend a lot of time surfing the internet during the day because I don’t have much else going on. Then, once work comes in, I have to work nights or weekends. It’s pretty stupid, honestly.

At the moment, I’m sitting at my desk watching an old OSHA video clearly made more than 15yrs ago. “Education” they call it.

The best part? I am paid the same amount no matter how many hours a week I work.

21 Days and Counting

I will have worked 21 days in a row as of Friday. This is just counting the day job, but I’ve averaged 60hrs+ a week. It’s exhausting; the type of schedule that is almost certainly followed by an arthritis flare. My brain feels like melted cheese moments from oozing out of my ears. ┬áMy hair hasn’t been dyed for months. Some of my toenails are missing polish and the rest have chips and growth marks. I feel like an old hag and am starting to look the part.

At least my pain level has decreased lately. I know it’s only a matter of time until another flare, but at least I’m not working like this thru a flare.

I’d just like a break, you know? Of course I’d like a day off to rest but at this point I’d settle for a day off to do a few loads of laundry.