The Bloody Doors Off

I’m going batty.

The work keeps coming. Not complaining about that. Because it means I’m employed and I can put money away.

It’s the expectations that’s hurting. They wanted me to come in Sunday. But I’ve already got work from another client to get done. Plus laundry. And a few groceries. And it could be the only time in the next 6 days I get to just breathe, perhaps stroll in the sunshine.

They also hoped I’d have stayed later tonight.

Today I could’ve either made a hearty breakfast, or made a lunch to taken in. I chose breakfast. Don’t even ask about dinner. I didn’t eat lunch until almost 6pm. That’ll give you an idea of how crazy busy it is.

So many invitations I’ve had to turn down this week. My life is quickly becoming: wake up, go to work, come home, do paperwork, go to bed. Rinse, lather, repeat.

I don’t need an intern. I need to be cloned.