April 24, 2009
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Thank god for the puppie
It’s been a rough day. Everything that could go wrong, has. Yeah, one of those days. But thankfully, even though I was grumpy as all hell, Puppie got me to the gym. He didn’t work out with me, but that’s probably for the better anyway. I needed the endorphin rush to get me out of a deep funk and company probably would have just annoyed me.
I’m in a much better mood now. Hopefully, tomorrow will be better, but I’m doubting it. I’m working on a Saturday, yet again. Let me count the joys… oh, yeah, 0. I think I would be handling my stress much better if I actually got enough time off work to unwind and decompress. Right now, I’m not getting that, at all. in any way, shape, or form. It’s got to stop. In the past two months, I’ve had one complete weekend off. I’m averaging two days off every three weeks, and I’m sorry, but that’s not enough for me. My life is not my job. My job is merely something that allows me to live my life in the fashion I choose. When I am no longer living the life I want because of my job, that’s a deep imbalance for me. Thankfully, I’ll be leaving my job in 2 weeks, and hopefully, I can correct that imbalance.
later
