Friday, May 02, 2008
I have this very common illness...
I have a nasty case of the Fuckits. It's not terminal, but still, not something I like having. After 9:15 this morning I will be on overtime. I'm not salary so the pay will be at time and a half which means a bitchin' paycheck. But I'm feeling a little burnt out this week. This is George's biggest fear, that I will burn out. He has mentioned several times that I need to slow down and not pressure myself so much. I told him that I really can't work any different. I don't know how. But it's starting to take its toll. My sleep is all fucked up. A few weeks ago I got up in the middle of the night to call our billing company. I don't know why, but I called, went through all the prompts and left a message for the owner. Thank Goddess she has a sense of humor, and does ocassionally tease me about "drunk dialing" her. Last night I got up to pee and "had" to get a towel out of the closet. I set it on the counter in the john so I didn't need
it but it still freaks my shit out a little. I've had dreams about work too. Weird, disjointed thoughts and scenes that I don't seem to remember details of, but again, I am really bringing work home with me.
So do I tell George about this? He will probably really push the issue of no more overtime. Money is a teeny part of the issue, but if I need to get work done, then he doesn't have a huge problem with it. However, if I don't work those hours, the work doesn't get done. He is looking to hire a part-timer this summer, so that may help, but until then, what do I do?
Manic Witch wove her spell::
5/02/2008 07:02:00 AM ::