Been a busy week, weekend, month, year. Working on the weekends has its advantages: it’s quieter, fewer clients are working so email is less of a distraction, so that is nice also there is a shorter line at Bux and no lunch rush.
But then again, working from one week straight into the next is surely a test of your sanity. These are the weeks you have to just hang in there an hope that next week will be better, less stressful, less tiring.
And that’s all I have to say today because I just got home from work and I am prety beat. Nite all.
The title has nothing to do with my post, well maybe it does. Anyway, I’m tired. My mind is so full it is making me tired. I have brain fatigue. Things are popping out of my brain at the strangest times and I just have to say something out loud so that someone will have a clue what is going through my brain. But then again, I’ve found myself asking, “Did ever say this to you or was that just in my head?”
Brain fatigue is an odd thing. My mind won’t shut up because it is trying to keep track of everything. So I have dumb, pointless thoughts right along side really important things that need to be kept track of. So inside my head is like:
“We’re off to see the wizard–buy toothpaste–where did that W9 form go?–64 new emails–copy/paste–It’s getting better all the tiiiiiime–yawn–Better add that to my to-do list–meeting–buy flour”
We got a running start on this week by working all weekend last week. Then tossed in a couple of long nights, 7:00, 8:30, 9:45.
Thursday we hit a morning meeting, got back to the office by 1:00pm, worked until 6:30, then went home and packed. Got in the car and drove almost 3 hours to my parent’s house, chatted with them until midnight.
Got up on Friday, went to breakfast, conference call at 10:00am, email and laundry until next conference call at 2:00pm, email and organizing until 5:30, birthday dinner out with Dad (serious Margarita time), watched a movie, crashed.
Saturday was family fun, food and visiting with a few light errands.
Sunday, we got up at 7:00am, packed up and drove home, unpacked the car, grabbed lunch, headed to the office and worked until…well, now.
And now, I’m tired.