So, obviously it has been some time since I have been on here. As I look at the date of my last entry, it is evident why. In November I started working overtime. This doesn’t come around too often, so when a trip to Jamaica was in the works, I thought there wasn’t a better time to take up the opportunity.
Since I started in November, I can probably count on one hand the days I have not worked. It’s typically an hour or so everyday during the week and a couple of hours or more over the weekend. It doesn’t seem like a lot, but it is really wearing on me. I try to go out on the weekends and enjoy what time I do have, but this only lasts a few hours before I am the yawning bitty in the corner counting down the minutes till I can be in bed. Poor Joey is going to stop taking me anywhere because he always has to take me home. It has really sucked over the past couple of months because I have really missed out on some fun and memorable times.
Several years ago was the last time I was able to work overtime and I would pull in up to 40 additional hours per paycheck. I wasn’t that much younger, but having to take care of a household plus half is proving too much. The cooking, the cleaning, my regular stress infused job during the day, taking care of the dog, running errands and so on and so on I find myself completely exhausted 24-7.
This was a total bitch post for me, but sometimes you just need to vent. It might seem easy to just say “so quit working so much,” but its much more difficult than that. First I made a commitment to help this other department out for as long as it took and two, hello, the $$$$$. I’m not going to scoff at my salary and getting time and a half, I’m not going to lie, is pretty nice. So as the saying goes, I guess I can sleep when I’m dead.
