Fiction and Fantasy

Confessions of a Burned-Out Worker

A bad night’s sleep sucks.

Work has been kicking my butt over the past few days. It’s been difficult to get back into the swing of things after a not-so-restful spring break (I work part-time at an elementary school after-care program). But more than that, I’ve just been plain burned out.

It’s been tough trying to juggle my “real job” with writing. Over the past couple of days, work of some kind has taken up most of my waking hours. I sort of knew that wasn’t a good thing, but I figured if I could just realign my sleeping schedule, that’d give me plenty more time to get my life back into balance.

That plan hasn’t been working so well.

Long story short, I had a pretty rough night at work. Nothing particularly Earth-shattering happened, but it was kind of a culmination–a cocktail of fed-up moments that have happened this year–that left me so mad, my entire sleep schedule got knocked out of line.

And when you lie awake for hours on end agonizing over work, your productivity kind of tanks.

I was not feeling okay when I got up, and it didn’t get any better as I tried to wake myself up. Heck, hours later, and I still feel like I’m in a fog.

I wish there was a switch in my head that I could just flip to turn my brain off. “Oh, bedtime? Time to completely forget how emotional I am for the next 7-9 hours!” If only.

But the fact is that baggage stays with me. There’s no passing it off to another airline. I can’t just ignore the bag and let it spin endlessly in the baggage claim. That junk is my junk, and I can’t seem to ditch it no matter how hard I try.

Just gotta figure out what to do with it, I guess.

From Him, To Him


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