Hi there long-lost
friend enemy. I forgot about you. I had forgotten for a brief moment the way the fall brings with it long work hours, big projects, and less sleep. This is the time of year when I tend to forget what day of the week it is because truly, does it matter? Every day looks the same. At the computer by 8am (or earlier depending upon what time my first meeting starts) and in bed no earlier than midnight.
I counted the number of hours I slept last Tuesday-Thursday. 17 y'all. 17 out of 72. Pure exhaustion.
And at least last year, I had my weekends to recoup. This year? I have lectures to endure and quizzes to prep for. I have a midterm and a final exam in two weeks, which also happens to be the week I'm in New Jersey for probably some of the longest works days I'll have all year. Stellar.
I'm at the point where my head continuously hurts, my eating patterns have turned all kinds of funky, and I run from anyone that barely coughs because I'm scared my immune system is so weak I'll catch the flu. Let me tell you, I'm having a good time over here.
I hate to complain. Let's chalk my rant up to my lack of sleep, shall we? I was in Houston last week and my co-worker asked me if I like my job and I almost screamed, "Yes!! I LOVE IT!" in the middle of Pappasitos. He was impressed I reacted that way and said it's great to hear someone my age say that. And yes, I chose school. I chose (back in the summer when life was slow, dammit) to start my MBA program this fall. But if I'm completely honest with myself, I have no regrets. I'm just having a couple of "those" weeks, you know?
If you think about it, please say a quick prayer for me. I have a quiz tomorrow that could very well determine if I make and A or B in one of my classes and I'm also driving to the Rio Grande Valley tomorrow evening for work this next week. Please pray for traveling mercies, sleep, and good health.
This over-achiever is a little overwhelmed. :)