Working Late

I love my job. I like the work I do, and the reasons behind what we do. I like my boss 4 days out of 5, which is a bonus. What I do not like is my hours!!

When I worked in Bermuda I worked 9-5 with an hour and a quarter for lunch. That was a blissful 33.25hrs per week.

I now average upward of 50hrs a week. Imagine how unimpressed with that I am.
For example, Yesterday I started at 9am and finished at 9.45pm.

The day before I stared at 9am and finished at 10pm.

The day before that I started at 8.45am and finished at 10pm.

The day before that was easier. I started at 9am and finished at 7pm.

Oh, and I never take a lunch break.

Let’s not forget travel time, which averages out to 35 minutes door to door, each way. That’s if I time it right for the Metro. If not, it’s about 45 minutes.

So, I am laying in bed, knowing that if I want to be on time, I should have gotten my fat, lazy ass out of bed a good half hour ago, as I need to be leaving any moment for the Metro. Instead, I am typing up a blog post moaning about my hours. I figure that with three 12hr days behind me, I can be a little late.

That said, the later I arrive, the later I will leave.

Damn it…. Best get moving then!!!



Who was that horrible song by? I hated it. Annoying music that was a throw back to raves (is anyone else haunted by whistles?!), and atrocious lyrics. “I can’t get no sleep”. Isn’t that a double negative?! Ugh!!

Anyway, I digress.

Insomnia is an often overused word, which is now losing meaning. I really don’t know how people who suffer from it seriously, cope?

I am one of those people that are helping take away the seriousness of the word/problem/medical thingie. However, for someone who needs a good 9hrs sleep or she turns into the devil incarnate, I feel it’s warranted!

I stayed up until gone midnight watching Dexter (if you don’t watch it, I assure you it’s worth the price of the box sets!), and then at a little past 4am, my eyes twitched open. Gah!

It’s now around 6am. I have read my emails. I had an email to say I had been endorsed on LinkedIn, so checked that out, and nosed around there a bit. I checked Facebook and had a chat with a couple of friends. I have been on Twitter and caught up on tweets tweeted in the last few hours. I even tweeted some celebs who will never acknowledge my existence. I have scanned the headlines on 2 news sites – thank goodness Duchess Katherine appears to be improving, poor lamb. And finally, I have not only written this blog post, but a post on my super secret dieting blog.

2hrs and so much done. Why can’t I be this productive at work?!

So then onto why I can’t sleep…. Boy drama? Work stress? Financial crisis? Family issues? Body dysmorphia? Christmas over-excitement? Holiday fever? Making to do lists? Crazy dreams?

Tick all but the body dysmorphia (I am well aware how overly curvy I am, hence the top secret diet blog while I do battle with the wobbly bits!!), and you’d be right!!

I am going to lay here in the dark (yay for black out blinds!) until at least 8am in the hope that I sleep again. I don’t have to be anywhere until lunch time, and if I have a burger for breakfast, well, it will just give me something else to blog about!!