Yesterday, I breezed into work at 8am. I breezed out of work at about 5:15. For those of you who have waited tables, you know that spending 9 hours on your feet carrying trays is a long-ass time. Usually I can man up and get 'er done.
Not this time. Because at 9pm I got the call to go back, and I gotta say, those last 3 hours (after that sweet break that led me to believe I might actiually get in bed) really killed me. So now I am in bed and miserable. I have a headache and I am generally frustrated and exhausted. And my phone just beeped and alerted me to an appointment at 3:30pm which I am not in the right frame of mind for.
aToday, to recap, has gone like this: Right off the bat, at about, oh, 12:01am, I began my day feeling overwhelmed and over-scheduled and over-commited. And it sucked. I am starting to really feel the pressure to stop all of the little manini bullshit and just focus on the big stuff. I feel this way often enough that it's becoming a theme, of sorts. I wonder what it's going to take for me to make this happen. Am I the only person in the world that sits around being bitchy 'cause I am not trying to make my dreams come true? Jesus, was that a fucking Disney quote or what. I need a drink.
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Since I am not a mother with the perennial smile on her face, I can relate to "overwhelmed" "overscheduled" and "overcommited".
I'm not helping, am I? Hope the headache goes away, you get that drink, and tomorrow's a better day.
Yeah, bullshit, let's see Disney make a movie of THAT. Without swearing. Ha!!
You know somethin' (well you do now...), you can't overdo it, or everything crashes....just don't.....
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