When I tell you I’m tired? I mean I’m tired. Well…maybe not tired. More like TAHD. I’ve been feeling extremely lazy lately and I can’t put my finger on the cause. I’m trying my hardest to climb out of this funk I’m in, but all I want to do is sleep…and facebook stalk random people on my friends list (I don’t need to mention that I don’t ever not have enough time for facebook, do I? If I need to, then ummm, yeah forget what I just said.). Anyways, what was I saying? Oh yeah, I’m tired. All the time. And all the time…you know the rest. Tabernacle.
Have you ever felt this way? Is this depression? Am I a hypochondriac who wants to believe it’s depression? Something is definitely up. Perhaps that’s why I haven’t been as devoted as I really want to be to this blog. I don’t know what it is, but I’ve gotta get a handle on it before I’m sliding around my house with a half-matted fro and fleece socks on…in a mumu. That’s all I got for now.
<insert your encouraging remarks here>
“…is my Connection to VPN!”
(Corporate) Thug Life.
I never thought I’d see the day where I would actually be a workaholic. Where I’m at work more than home. I know what you’re thinking. “Her job must be off the chain! Non-stop fun. 3-hr lunch breaks. Outstanding benefits. And they’re paying for all of it.” Let me the first to tell you HAYLE no, this just ain’t the case! I have a regular job. Sometimes I’m excited about going in, other times I’m slashing my own tires to avoid all things office. The issue here is that my laptop repeatedly crosses that fine line between WORK | LIFE. That bitch is a habitual line-stepper.
Now I’ve always been a really hard worker. Even on the jobs I absolutely hated I made sure to give 150%, including extra woman hours. But things are different now. I’m a mom and a partner (no Rosie) so my I-know-it’s-after-5p-but-please-resolve-my-issue-asap-cause-it’s-urgent o’meter is constantly operating on half dead batteries. I’m averaging about 4 hrs of sleep and 2 mommy play with me’s a night. Believe me, there’s nothing worse than looking up from your email to see a pouty-face toddler staring at you with the utmost disappointment in her eyes. Yet I still work throughout the night…even now. RAHT now.
I am working.
I can’t be the only one with this issue, right? Are you a workaholic too? Join me, slave, let’s plan our escape together. Or gchat…if you’re into that. Anyways, I’m approaching that 4 hr mark…