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Bring on the weekend...

It's Wednesday, but because tomorrow is the last day of the work week before the Easter break, it feels like Thursday. This week has felt quite long. I can't account for it in so much as I'm getting good sleep (for me). Since going back on low carb, my energy has been higher in the late afternoon, so I haven't been having those 6-8.30pm naps I've needed for nearly a year now. This means I've been getting to bed between 10.30 and 11pm.

And yet, I feel tired and can't wait for Friday (the new Saturday).

I always feel a bit embarrassed when I start looking forward to Friday, or a holiday. I am so very, very grateful for this job. I want to just want to be here all the time. I definitely don't want to complain about working. I realise no one enjoys their work as much as I aspire to enjoying my work. but I feel like I really shouldn't explain given what a gift it has been to me to have work - and full time work, at that.

I've known people who want the financial benefits of work without actually having to go to work. They resent the fact that they have to work for the benefits of having a stable income which meets their needs and wants. They cry poor while refusing to work jobs which would lift them out of that perceived poverty (living in a middle class suburb rent free isn't poor, believe it or not), which refusing to do jobs that don't fit their 'happy scale'. I have quite literally heard people say, 'Yeah, but those kind of jobs aren't what I'm looking for.'

Hmmm, working as a retail assistant is a respectable job which PAYS THE BILLS.

So, yeah, I can't and won't complain about working, but I'm still looking forward to the weekend this week because I'm tired.


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