Burnout
February 7, 2009
The last couple days at work have amounted to a mental and emotional beating, as well as an unusually high degree of physical punishment. One of the worst things about working with family is that a bad day at work can turn into a fight with a family member, which stays with you a bit longer than most job hassles.
I have also not been getting along with Rebekah, who accuses me of over-indulging in self-pity. I accuse her of being an unsupportive shrew, and my home life pretty much goes to hell as well. If it wasn’t the weekend I think I would just get in my car and drive ’til I ran out of gas, then abandon it and walk ’til I ran out of strength, then lie down to die in some strange place where no one knows my name. That actually sounds pretty good.
Instead, I’ll do a lot of writing, drink myself to sleep tonight, clean the house tomorrow, and go back to work on Monday. Hopefully somewhere in there ‘Bekah and I will make up.
