I come to work five days a week. I don't see my kids. I see even less of my partner. I kill myself every single day to hit targets set by people that don't have to do the job, and I'm pretty good at it. I go home tired, aching and stressed. Everyday. And the one day that I miss the target, the first time in months..... they're on me like a bad rash.
How have we allowed our lives to become this absolute nightmare?
Been there, consider a new job. I was depressed this time last year until redundancies came up at work, now i work very slightly less hours closer to home for less money and I'm not feeling like you anymore.
It's easy to feel like it's not that bad because you're in the swing of things and keeping your head above water, and weeks turn into months, but it's not sustainable.
A new job can make a world of difference, it certainly did for me after a break between my old one, but it's not always so simple and making the change can seem like a momentous task when you're just about keeping on top of everything else.
I'm gerbil-sitting for three weeks starting Saturday and, while receiving my instructions, it was revealed that one of them might be on their last legs. It's now pretty much guaranteed to cark it on my watch and my niece will blame me.
Not a thing, I'm halfway through the shift, we've done very little in that time, and I'm off from tomorrow for 12 days. Kids are at Grandma's, I'm gonna have a wander around York tomorrow and I'm going Axe Throwing on Saturday then day drinking. Everything is coming up Millhouse
On Tuesday, I was at a theme park with my sister, nephew and aunt, and got dragged onto that spinning ride that's like a more extreme version of the teacups. It was incredibly unpleasant and I tensed my muscles so much they're still sore now.