Peanut butter toast:
Although nothing horrible is happening at my job, I am feeling horribly burnt out and have been for a while. I'm home sickish this afternoon, ostensibly because I took a fall and tweaked my back the other day. But to be honest, I was just looking for an excuse to go home and do nothing. I need to figure out how to get my groove back. I'm on a couple of projects that are going well and that I'm enjoying, but at the same time... bleah. I put in some insane-o hours last year, and was able to do so with little problem. The past several months, not so much.
I'm wondering if part of the problem is that it feels like everything is changing all the damned time. I'm also starting to get a little tired of being the team 'help desk,' and I need to put the brakes on certain expectations.
In short, I'm in a foul mood and feeling like wretch because I'm not jumping up and down for having a good job that I (in theory) enjoy.
Good Thoughts for Andy-Cat.
Peanut butter toast
That is what I just had for breakfast!
{{Anne}}
That's rough, Anne. A bad situation is still bad even if it is embedded in a basically good situation. I hope setting the brakes, etc., improves things.
Cat~ma
Cat~ma for Andy.
Anne, you are allowed to feel what you feel. {{{{Anne}}}} It is good to be thankful to have a job, but being thankful isn't always the same as jumping up and down with glee. Burn out can be a form of depression, and I wonder if it is possible that there is a seasonal component to how low you feel right now.
Kitty~ma for Andy Cat.
Sophia, thank you for posting the Zenni Optical site! My glasses are always so damn expensive I go way longer than I should between prescription changes.
Anne, I feel for you. I'm going through something similar. Basically I like my job, but I worked insan-o hours the last eight months, and now I just can't get my head into it anymore. Serious case of burn-out.
You know what doesn't get old? Writing letters to my U.S. Senators on various issues and getting replies from Sen. Franken which essentially say ITA.
You MA-istas have my sympathies.
Anne, completely understandable. And I hearby command you to do nothing but pet Jeeves, eat bon bons, and watch dvds the rest of the day.
I've got a work post brewing for weeks, but never type it up. But yeah, I feel ya.
ETA: awww, shit, Beth.
Cat~ma for Andy.
Anne, right now, I feel very much like you, only I have the end of the semester coming tomorrow (for a hail of tests, and still). I'm sorry, and I hope you can get yourself some time off ASAP.
ION. This morning I found that the father of a friend of Nilly and me passed away. I'm going to the Shiva'h on Friday. This made my morning very weird; I left most of my books at home, drifting in my thoughts in university, thinking how foolish most of my ranting and worries are.
Also, I just read Saul Williams thought about visiting Israel few weeks ago. It's amazing, reading about your life from POVs like this. A part of me wants to say "yes, every place is complicated in a way, if you look in it hard enough". It's also a little bit like the "all the happy families are alike, all of the miserable families are not alike" (apologies for misquoting). But I'm there everyday, and today, as I walked from the burger bar (for their awesome portobello mushroom hamburger, I'm still a vegetarian) to my volunteering office and crossed the heart of the city, after taking the bus from university there while reading a kick ass paper about modernism and historiography, I didn't think about it. For a second. I live through this almost every day, yet, I rarely stop to think about it (well, I did think about some aspects and made decisions and living my life accordingly). Yet, still - I don't think I could ever be as aware to all of the little, tiny nuances that a stranger's POV can bring to mind.
Edit: oh, beth. Fuck.
