Honestly?
The past few weeks have felt like a struggle. A long, slow struggle.
I'm exhausted all the time. I've had barely any time for hanging out with the people I live with, let alone keeping in touch with friends and family back in Connecticut, or elsewhere. I hate both of these things.
My only reliable meals have been the delicious, well-thought-out, boyfriend-prepared dinners waiting for me when I get home from work. Those have made me smile every time. The other meals have had to depend on time, money, and amount of sleep--if I'm too tired, the idea of pouring cereal, cooking eggs, or making myself a sandwich for later all seem like stomach-turning wastes of precious energy. Due to this, I've been taking advantage of my employee discount to buy lunch at work--cheaper, yes, but some of the sandwiches upset my stomach, and I really shouldn't be spending the money anyway.
I can't remember the last time I worked out, or even weighed in. I've only had one chance to take more pictures since moving out here, and it didn't work at all. All my side projects have been pushed far, far to the side, losing out to sleep and keeping up with updates and news that I miss while I'm working or sleeping.
I would give almost anything for more than two days off in a row. A week would be absolute heaven. All I want is enough time to catch up on sleep without worrying about losing time to catch up on anything else. If that makes any sense.
I'm not depressed, so don't worry about that; I'm not sick, so don't worry about that, either. I'm just tired. In many, many ways.
Ryan thinks I'll get over it, that I just need to acclimate to full-time hours. I do believe him...but I wish it would happen soon.
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Welcome to full time work. It sucks. It'll never become easy, but eventually you'll fall into a groove. Just stick with it, become a slave to the corporate machine. :-)
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