Alive...barely
OK, you guys. I'm here. You all rock immensely...have I told you that enough lately? 'Cause you need to hear it more. You're one of the few bright spots in my day.
I wanted SO BADLY to read and catch up with everyone, and I did, but I haven't yet been able to comment. And I need to be in a better state of mind to really reply properly. Please don't hate me. You've all written some amazing posts as of late and I am with you in spirit.
My writing sucks from utter and complete exhaustion. I apologize profusely.
I can't even begin to tell you how tired I am. My right eye keeps twitching. My contacts are stuck to my eyeballs. My legs ache and my feet are throbbing.
Every night I've made it home, only to be able to strip off my clothes, wash my face and crash. I'm personally just impressed I can even do that...it HAS occurred to me to just go to bed in my clothes.
I forgot how exhausting work is. I forgot how much fun it was to sit home all day and read blogs.
I don't dislike the people or the place. (And yes, I realize I'm on the verge of Doocification if I'm not careful.) It's ok.
And to see my happy peppy self just SO ENTHUSIASTIC and SO HELPFUL AND FRIENDLY TO EVERYONE...you'd never know I was anything less than THRILLED TO BE THERE!!!
People seem to like me. I seem to be catching on. I work my ass off and have been there at least 10 hours a day each day.
But I can't help but wonder...are there people out there who LOVE their jobs? What do THEY do?
And it's only Wednesday.
posted by Brooke at 7:47 PM
20 Comments:
Thanks God you finally posted. I was about dying from the suspense.
Take it easy no yourself. You can't love any job until you get to know the ropes and are getting enough sleep so that your eye stops twitching.
I had a child care job that I LOVED. However. When I took the job, the department was in such disaray it took me weeks to get things running smoothly. I, too, crawled home an passed out from exhaustion.
You'll get past it and into a groove. That you haven't identified anyone as impossible to deal with so far is a good sign. Get lots of sleep this weekend and next week will be better. I promise.
You've made it past the hump and are doing more than surviving. Congratulations! It WILL get better as you get in your groove.
I know how it is, I went to bed for a nap at 5, got up for an hour and then went back to bed.
I felt guilty for not blogging. Don't worry, it is very tough to blog and work and do everything else.
I am glad you like your job.
10 hours a day, Brooke? I thought we talked about this.
I'm glad you're alive and well and liking your job so far, though!
Congratulations! You're more than half way through the week, and you've found time to blog, too!
But .... What John said! :-0 Why 10 hours a day? I'm sure the info you sent me about the job didn't say 10 hours a day! I hope you're not doing your usual thing again!
Seriously, relax! I'm sure they love you and you're doing just fine. You don't have to sing, dance, and juggle plates (or Krispy Kreme donuts ;-D ) while you work, just be 'good enough' at the job.
Well done! Like mom says, it WILL get better! :-) xxxx
I adore my job! I actually miss it when I'm not there! Of course, that could be because I get the whole winter off...
Love the kitten photo...I spend all May & June feeling like that!
The independently wealthy love their jobs. Whichever one they cloose for this month.
I'm glad you're doing well, if exausted. As if any of us had ANY doubt!
I started working at 15 and it wasn't until this year (28) that I found a job that I love. Even now it's not about the work as much as it is about the company. I work for a small software company and everyone I work with is amazing. I may just be feeling the love becuase of the recent bonus check..... lol.
Glad to hear the first couple days went well-ish!!
First of all, I'm glad to hear from you! I've been thinking of you all week. And second of all, you don't have to apologize (at least not to me) for not commenting. I think we all understand that sometimes, life gets in the way of the rockin' blog world. ;)
You know, I've always pondered the whole "do people really love their jobs" question. I think people that REALLY, TRULY do love their jobs are lucky-ass bastards. I know my husband likes what he does, and knows he's good at it, but I also know that come 4pm, he's ready to get the hell outta Dodge.
Hang in there, girl. And the picture? Of the kitten? I almost spit my coffee all over the screen.
Take care of yourself. Starting a new job is physically and emotionally exhausting. As Annie said, next week will be better.
And hey -- it's Thursday already!!
I love my job about 25% of the time, hate it about 25% of the time, and have normal basically-happy-person-but-no-major-sparks feelings for my job the other 50%. I consider myself very lucky.
Brooke, you are doing so well! The first week at a new job is the hardest. I'm sure you'll settle in well. Don't feel guilty for not commenting! Treat yourself to a massage or something!
I thought you forgot about us!! Have faith in yourself girl. You're doing great! You're bound to be exhausted until you get used to it. Just know we're all proud of you.
Hang in there, you'll get back into the swing soon. It's just going to take a little while.
I don't love my job. It's boring and the people I work with need to get a grip and pull their noses out of my bosses ass in addition to playing politics all day long. So yeah, I wish I could say I love my job, but I console myself with the fact that the rest of my life is pretty damn good.
Hang in there!
At least you made through your first week (well almost). I was exhausted when I came back too but I finally got used to working again (at least I think I have). It will eventually get easier. I thought you said no more long days. Are you not allowed to only work 8 hour shifts?
I'm surprised you've even had time to read, let alone post, by the sound of it. Way to go!!!
People who love their jobs.... hmmm.... me, when the kids are fed, snuggly and don't smell weird. Professional athletes? The guys that run the cameras for porn movies?
Oh dear Lord. You poor thing.
I refuse to go back to the paid world of work until I find one of those jobs. But I don't think anyone pays money to go get pampered at a spa all day. So I'm screwed...
The first two weeks of any new job are the hardest. You ask yourself, "What the hell was I thinking?" at least 20 times. Then by week three it starts to feel more comfortable and you feel like maybe its gonna work out after all.
Uh, I am a freelance copy writer so I can work in my pajamas and read blogs. Love the job.
TEN hour days!? Whatever happened to "bankers' hours"?? You need to call it quits earlier sister! Hope your Friday was good, and your weekend is better! Hang tough, baby.
Hope you survived the first week. You've had a lot of crap happen all at once. You should definitely sleep a LOT this weekend.
I, too, wonder where all those people are who ADORE their jobs and envy them for finding it and doing what they had to do to get it.
Keep the Faith, sister.
We could never hate you, Brooke! We all heart you too much :)
You mean, after all that you haven't gone to sleep in your clothes?!?! wow...I'm awe ;-)
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