Granted, it’s still only March, but I’m starting to suspect 2010 is out to kill me.
I’m working twice as hard as ever before while accomplishing half as much. I get up at 6, I go down at 1, I eat sporadically. Some days I’m in front of the computer, cranking through email, some days I’m in the basement, scraping at concrete. I’m an organized person by nature, yet I can’t keep track of all that’s expected of me. I made less money last year than I have since I was 15, and 2010 looks to be even leaner.
That’s not to say things are all bad; I have some good stuff happening in my life. I’m just trying to get a grip on how everything can spiral out of control so quickly. I’m completely dumbfounded when I hear someone speak of having nothing to do. I would love to know what that feels like.
You may wonder how I can complain about this in a blog, which is, admittedly, a bit of a time-waster. Well, let me tell you: all work and no play makes me a cranky bastard no one wants around.
I guess this is a rhetorical question, but I wouldn’t turn down a reasonable answer: Where does the time go?