I keep thinking it’ll stop soon, but it never does.
Work has been a bear this month.
More of a bear.
My boss left, which means that her job, the job I worked in before they hired her and the one that I wanted them to give me in the first place, is back open. And I have been working hell-to-breakfast to prove how capable I am for it.
But this means that I’ve worked 10-20 hours of overtime every week for the past three weeks. I have taken over twice as much work as I was doing and I have been doing all the admin work for our department.
There are two other people who work in my department and they have both been wonderful about chipping in, but I just feel overwhelmed.
When I work that much overtime, I never have time for anything but the most basic routine.
Wake up at 4:30 a.m., go to the gym. Go to work. Work until 8 or 9 p.m. Eat and go to bed.
Repeat. And repeat and repeat and repeat.
