Last week had been overly fatiguing. I don't remember working with so many hours in my life. What makes it tiring was that i sleep so late and so little, and then i drive back to the same routine in the morning. Why i do it, why i sign-up for those overtime spots and why i say yes to my bosses orders - i don't really have a ready answer.Except, maybe, it looks good on the paycheck.
One officemate was so burned out with working that i have to shake her on her zombified state and tell her to take a nap on the basement.
Although i am fairly new to this overtime trend, i am often unaware of how it can grab my will to its limits. There has to be a motivation, other than material gain, that satisfy my yearning and suffering for being useful.
On my hike last weekend, i finally saw the elusive acorn woodpecker in the park. It has a striking red cap and a clownish white band in the face. It pecks as it usually does, its drilling sound an invisible proof that its "out" there.
Maybe i will stop signing-up for those spots and just turn-down any offer in the future. But will i continually hear the pecking on that door of opportunity - no doubt.
Like a phoenix, i will rise everyday but i will not fly so high so as to burn my wings by the sun. Icarus: it's not worth it.
2 comments:
Doing extra things to help out can only make you more popular - although if your sleep and health begin to suffer I'd stop!
If it's not where your heart lies though (and sounds like it isn't) better to find an alternative new income stream.
Anything that affects one's health should be regarded as a toxic situation to get out of if there is no means of negotiating it better.
Health and sanity first - always!
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