monday morning.

[swingchickie]

back hurts from all that packing. ow ow OW. so much for working out this morning, i can barely move. (i accidentally mis-typed that sentence as "i can barely love". wonder what the hell's going on in my subconscious.)

got an e-mail from my manager yesterday, in response to some stuff i created and sent to him on saturday: "get OFF the COMPUTER." i need to sit down with him on thursday when he's back, and explain my workload to him. something's gotta give. i got a call from the ex yesterday (oh, that's right, i'm calling him "J3" now), and he told me he's worried about me... he told me that one of the things he likes best about me is that i dive into life, i have all these things i love doing and i devour them as much as possible... and that this job is slowly killing "fun jenn", because i rarely have the time and energy to do stuff that feeds my soul. he's worried that in a few more months, the only things i'll do every day are work and go home to my empty house, because i'm doing 2 jobs and i'm too responsible and helpful to say no, and it's going to eat me alive.

i want to be "fun jenn" again. something has to be done to bring her back. *weep*

Comments

[swingdoc.livejournal.com]

yeah, i know what you mean. "fun kim" was around for my lab research years during residency, and was quickly replaced by "drop dead tired and quite irritable kim" when i went back to my clinical years. i'm anticipating such a transition for me in the the next week or 2.

as for you. . .you'll find a way. nothing can keep jenn down for long. i'm sure once you get past the move you'll find more time. and the job can't stay this painful forever. . .can it?

"funn jenn" might be found in a hot tub in her backyard. :)

*hugs*

stay strong, girl!

[swingchickie.livejournal.com]

hee! i don't know about a hot tub, but i am SO buying an inflatable kiddie pool and some pink plastic flamingos for a little backyard oasis... :)