Am I still here?
Wow, what a week! I feel like I've been flattened by that steamroller they call work.
Wham, Bam. Thank You Ma'am!
It sure is cliche to say that sometimes it's just not worth taking vacation time if (when you get back to the grind), there's more work and more stress that it completely eliminates the point of getting away in the first place.
I am exhausted!
Way more tired than when I was working around the house last week.
Today is the first time I've sat at the computer all week. I haven't seen any of your posts, let alone considered posting myself. I've seen SM only a handful of minutes this week. In and Out! There and Gone. My muscles are screaming in protest. What is it about the intensity of a 12 hour workday that kicks your ass more than hanging upside down pulling weeds busting your back?
I want to whine. (Waaaa!)
But I'm still smart enough to do not THAT while I'm at work. Be effective, be efficient...but never let on that you're tired, that you wish you could back off a bit. Show that weakness and your employer might get the idea that someone younger could come along and satisfy your position.
I'm feeling my age after this work week. I remember Susan (my older co-worker) making the decision when she was around 55 that her body just couldn't take the pace anymore. She backed-off and took a part-time administrative position instead. She's 65 now and only comes in once or twice a week.
I never really thought much about having to make that decision for myself. Mentally, I'm still in the game and physically I am too. But then the protesting starts once I get home. "Where's the Tylenol?"
Thank God for the weekends. I can snap back then. Rejuvenate.
But the Government wants me to keep working till I'm 70? Twenty more years?
Yeah right...Good luck with that!