June 18, 2009
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Till Death Do Us Part
To say I’ve been busy is a severe understatement. People ask “Are you busy?” I just laugh. A short, blunt, abrubt, little “HA.” I no longer know what peace and quiet is. I don’t know what free time is.
And I’m slowly cracking.
The pressure is making me go slightly insane. I sometimes feel like a maniac these days. Every time I never dealt with stress and shoving it all away is coming back to haunt me. I feel like laughing like a crazy person for no reason. Is laughter really the best medicine? Or is it just the sound of insanity? I don’t know anymore.
Work owns my life. If I was in school right now, I’d be fucked.
Mandatory 12 hours a day. Sometimes I work 13-14. I worked 63 hours last week.
The only good thing is the money. The only good thing.
Plus people keep pushing all their work on me. I have to be perfect. I can’t fail anyone. Gotta get it all done. Plus people don’t get done what they need to get done.
Work is killing me.
damnit
Comments (3)
I remember back in college, I was working two jobs and taking 5 courses. If I was lucky, I got 2 hours of sleep a night.
I know how you feel.
Things will get better
*hugs* hope it all gets better
@skylar_rose - UGHHHHH. Yeah, no sleep sucks! I can’t wait until a week from today…after next Friday, I have 9 glorious days off of work =]
@bluedreamer85 - Hopefully. Today…not so much =[ But I’ll survive!