I forget if it was Monday or Tuesday when my alarm went off and I really did not know what day it was. Not having a day off is like some form of sensory deprivation and you lose all sense of time.
I'm covering for the manager again this week and each day has passed by as if it were about 3 hours max. I'm leaving work each day, later than planned, after being super busy all day, and with a headache. Only have to do this until Friday, then I'm back to the day job, thank heavens, looking back, can't believe I did that job for over two years, I must have been insane.
I haven't been for a run for weeks now and oh, gosh, I really miss it, so does my body, especially my back. Each morning, I notice that I'm getting stiffer as I haul myself out of bed. When you think about it, I spend almost an hour driving to work, I then spend a minimum of 9 hours at my desk, an hour to drive home, I maybe food shop on the way home, shower, cook while I'm standing up, all of which would probably takes an hour max, then I sit for a couple of hours before bed... and then I spend around 7 hours in bed before my alarm goes off and I start all over. My body is not moving people, and boy can I feel it.
I'm doing a bit of toning each night, no more than five minutes, either legs or arms. Last night I did a new one, standing up, arms straight up over head then lowered hands backwards to shoulder blades while holding a water bottle in each hand as weights. Well, I overdid it, or my form was terrible, because this morning, I have an ache in my back, a bit lower than my where my left shoulder blade ends, and it hurts to breathe. Do not try that at home.
Thursday will be day nineteen in work without a break, I'm shattered but powering through, only five days to go and then I have a few days off.
Thursday, as it turned out, was horrendous. I think I'm tired and the managerial plate spinning was beginning to get to me. I realised late Thursday that there was a major problem with the next batch of work, it wasn't my fault, nor was there anything I could have done to avoid it, but I felt like had I noticed it earlier, I could have gone into fire fighting mode sooner, so it really rattled me, felt like I'd dropped the ball. Just before all of this happened, I was asked to "volunteer" for a new role, a somewhat, shall we say, stressful role? At this point though, after the past 2 weeks, I'm not only thinking that I need a change but that I can tackle pretty much anything. I got home totally exhausted, drained and looking like a ghost. Tell you what though.... maximum score for Maybelline liner express, it was the only thing that stayed the course on a very emotional day. Even when I was calm my eyes continued to leak, Maybelline would not be beaten.
Friday was a new day. I was still drained from the day before but it was a lot calmer and a lot quieter, and I even managed to get work prepared for Saturday. The pressure is mounting, my last day in work will be Monday and I must clear time sensitive work prior to me finishing. I was hoping for a calm, wind down, tie up loose ends kind of a day on Monday, but no. I have to finish my work which I haven't touched for the last two weeks while I've been manager, I need to hand back over to the manger and I need to have a training day ready for my new responsibilities from September.
It's now Saturday. Work passed really quickly today and I'm feeling less stressed about getting everything done that I need to, before I finish on Monday.
I've lost 7lbs in two weeks, think it's a combination of tiredness and the last two weeks in work. I have no doubt that in the 4 days I have off, I'll regain most of it.
I didn't see anywhere near as much of the Olympics as I had hoped but I did catch sight of some very funny moments. Who said the BBC was a stuffy, old institution? Check out some BBC presenters getting a tad over excited... and rightly so, by the way, I think you'll be able to spot the Brits.
Even Yank, the great Michael Johnson, (just in front of Denise Lewis) can't contain himself.
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