I am exhausted. I don’t know how much longer I can do this. we are down a manager at the restaurant, I am working 80 – 90 hours a week. my plate is so full that I am starting to make mistakes. little things like forgetting to close the windows, big things like messing up the money count in the safe, and forgetting to lock the front door. Work, Drink, Sleep, Work, Drink, Sleep. I need a break. a week off, no phones, no work, relaxation at its finest. but that break probably won’t come. I am afraid that I am going to fuck something up real bad. in my effort to do a GREAT job, I am going to lose my job. it is like a catch 22. I have limits, I can only do so much. I feel can feel the light burning out…
Advertisement
