state of mind
this week has been a nightmare:
work has entered its slow season. i literally have nothing to do. the front desk guy and myself do the NYT crossword puzzles to pass the time. i've made about 15 paperclip necklaces, much to the chagrin of my bosses, and my work week is pretty much consisting of sitting on my ass for 40 hours.
i am working entirely too much. as of thanksgiving, i will have worked seventeen days in a row. i'll say that again: seventeen days in a row. that's two normal monday through friday work weeks, two full weekends at the restaurant, and three days of thanksgiving-week. can we say burnout? can we say vacation?
and to add to all of this nonsense, my brain is pretty much rebelling against me. i haven't had much of an appetite all week. the slightest thing will set me off and make my cry. i've been all kinds of antisocial to the point where i'm avoiding my best friends because i don't want to be a total downer around them. i sit in my office at work and don't make a sound. i have no idea what's wrong with me. grrximapirate suggested post-partum depression - and then she thought about that one for a minute, and remembered that - OH RIGHT! - i am without child. awesome. so i've been weepy and withdrawn and not hungry for about a week. and i'm going to have to keep it together all weekend while i'm waitressing if i expect to make any money. should be interesting.
BUT. i have five more days of work left and my sister is home for thanksgiving break and i just bought the most BEAUTIFUL coat from j.crew - so things are looking up. wish me luck.
work has entered its slow season. i literally have nothing to do. the front desk guy and myself do the NYT crossword puzzles to pass the time. i've made about 15 paperclip necklaces, much to the chagrin of my bosses, and my work week is pretty much consisting of sitting on my ass for 40 hours.
i am working entirely too much. as of thanksgiving, i will have worked seventeen days in a row. i'll say that again: seventeen days in a row. that's two normal monday through friday work weeks, two full weekends at the restaurant, and three days of thanksgiving-week. can we say burnout? can we say vacation?
and to add to all of this nonsense, my brain is pretty much rebelling against me. i haven't had much of an appetite all week. the slightest thing will set me off and make my cry. i've been all kinds of antisocial to the point where i'm avoiding my best friends because i don't want to be a total downer around them. i sit in my office at work and don't make a sound. i have no idea what's wrong with me. grrximapirate suggested post-partum depression - and then she thought about that one for a minute, and remembered that - OH RIGHT! - i am without child. awesome. so i've been weepy and withdrawn and not hungry for about a week. and i'm going to have to keep it together all weekend while i'm waitressing if i expect to make any money. should be interesting.
BUT. i have five more days of work left and my sister is home for thanksgiving break and i just bought the most BEAUTIFUL coat from j.crew - so things are looking up. wish me luck.