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I am a crickety old lady, creak creak SPLAT
I have very little energy to say anything but, somehow, I don't have time to be tired. That is the only thing that has kept me staving off a complete mental breakdown since January -- knowing that I don't have time for one.
There isn't a day that goes by where something in my e-mail doesn't make me want to burst into tears, or at least consider bursting into tears, but then I just... remember I have shit to do and go do it. As a coping mechanism, I have no idea how healthy it is. I'm just very, very worn out and I'm tired of people making demands on me, even if I don't necessarily blame them for the fact of the demands. I just need a break.
When did an eight hour day become synonymous with a day off? Like, "oh, start as late as nine, done as early as five... IS IT CHRISTMAS? :D"
No, Jes.
It's not bloody Christmas.
April 1st. That's the goal. I can make it until then.
There isn't a day that goes by where something in my e-mail doesn't make me want to burst into tears, or at least consider bursting into tears, but then I just... remember I have shit to do and go do it. As a coping mechanism, I have no idea how healthy it is. I'm just very, very worn out and I'm tired of people making demands on me, even if I don't necessarily blame them for the fact of the demands. I just need a break.
When did an eight hour day become synonymous with a day off? Like, "oh, start as late as nine, done as early as five... IS IT CHRISTMAS? :D"
No, Jes.
It's not bloody Christmas.
April 1st. That's the goal. I can make it until then.