I work too dang much.
I’m on call every other weekend and that generally means I end up working at least one of my days off. This only feeds my compulsion to work more and more often.
And unfortunately with all the best intentions to use that time to catch up, I usually end up getting caught up in something else entirely when I go in.
Yesterday, I intended to go in for a few hours, do some catching up, and get out.
Just like Groundhog Day, I got there and it was the same ol’ same ol’…
Detox was crazy and then things jumped off in residential and hours later I realize that I haven’t done anything I came in to do. I’m still behind, I’m really stressed, and I don’t know how I will possibly get it all done.
So I left. But right before that, I did something different. I told my boss that I needed tomorrow (now today) OFF. I knew. I was down to a nub. I keep hearing all these folks telling me I need to take better care of myself. I know. And for once, I did.
So far, I’ve gotten my car fixed.
I’ve had a tasty breakfast.
And I’m free until 530…
then it’s time for school.
OK. So I put in for a day off on Friday too.
We’ll see how that goes.