You read that right — SEVENTY-FIVE. And that was only between Monday through Friday.
This week I clocked in 71 hours which included the weekend as well.
There is nothing rational I can say about having to work that much other than the client is crazy and trying to meet the their arbitrary deadline while the team is down two people is ridiculous.
I’d be more mad if I weren’t so exhausted.
While recovering over the weekend, I told myself I needed to write something today. Anything. Not only because I’ve been putting it off for too long, but because I needed to do something just for me. Another form of self-care if you will. So that’s what this post is about. It’s a simple show of support for myself. A reminder that I have other goals worth pursuing and that need my attention. And a reminder to keep the job tightly in its box (and the manager in hers) so I never have to work a 70+ hour work week again.