Cross your fingers I make it out alive. Working a grueling 60 hour week and day two already leaves me exhausted. Special bonus? We could be in for 2-4 weeks of this madness.
I'm so damned tired all the time these days. We've been on 50 hour weeks for around a month now, because production is way, way behind and holiday demand is ramping up. Since we're still several shifts behind...more hours.
This week I've started to have this feeling of disconnect. I'm there but not, and none of it matters much to me. It's also getting harder and harder to just be happy. Watching the minutes tick by (and there's precious little to do besides watch the clock) brings me perilously close to tears. The energy to just be social and smile is getting harder and harder to find. I bear with it all because it's my only chance to escape and get back into college, to build the life I want to live. Sometimes it's still a struggle to not walk away.
My weekends are gone for now, with only one day left for partial recovery. May it end soon. I miss the back-breaking 40 hour weeks. They killed my muscles, my spine, but not my spirit. I'm grateful to have work when so many don't, but it's a hell of a price to pay.
Enjoy your holiday dinner rolls, America.
I'm so damned tired all the time these days. We've been on 50 hour weeks for around a month now, because production is way, way behind and holiday demand is ramping up. Since we're still several shifts behind...more hours.
This week I've started to have this feeling of disconnect. I'm there but not, and none of it matters much to me. It's also getting harder and harder to just be happy. Watching the minutes tick by (and there's precious little to do besides watch the clock) brings me perilously close to tears. The energy to just be social and smile is getting harder and harder to find. I bear with it all because it's my only chance to escape and get back into college, to build the life I want to live. Sometimes it's still a struggle to not walk away.
My weekends are gone for now, with only one day left for partial recovery. May it end soon. I miss the back-breaking 40 hour weeks. They killed my muscles, my spine, but not my spirit. I'm grateful to have work when so many don't, but it's a hell of a price to pay.
Enjoy your holiday dinner rolls, America.
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quill:
Thank you! Honestly, your comment helps keep me going. Any kind of reinforcement I can get helps.
carouser:
I think your luck rubbed off on me, they put us on overtime this week plus now we have to work Saturday as well. Crappity crap!