It’s been awhile since I’ve written anything. I’ve been working so much and I’m so tired. I decided to take today off. It’s the first week in awhile that I haven’t worked six days straight. In the one hand, the rest is nice, in the other, I haven’t done much that is productive, I haven’t worked on homework, I haven’t written anything, all I’ve done is play my game and watch television.
At work we’re so busy. Customers are so rude to us, we’re all worn thin and many are at their breaking point. Some of them have already reached it. Yesterday a friend at work was walking towards me and reached out and grabbed me, pulled me into a big hug.
“Oh my god…”
I didn’t have to ask what the “Oh my god,” was about. It’s because we’re busy and because we’re all anxious and exhausted and feeling defeated. Yes we’re making a ton of money right now but is it worth it? I think many of us are starting to wonder. My work friend always keeps his cool, is always calm, cheerful, friendly. Yesterday I saw him exhausted, anxious, and it made me anxious. It made me sad. Work is changing people.
School is stressful right now. I have a research paper to write coming up soon and it’s made me anxious for a week now. I haven’t even looked at my history homework yet. It’s all due tomorrow.
I wish I could write you a story about a human who falls in love with something not human. A scientist who creates something beautiful but dangerous. A woman who takes a secret trip and finds paradise. Anything. Something. But my brain is tired. Maybe you’ll write me a story instead. I would love to read it. 🙂