It's Personal

It’s almost like uni all over again. I spent the night forcing my eyelids open. Bless my brother’s kind soul for keeping me company. Would not have made it otherwise.

My brain is stoning. I can’t concentrate on work - I guess that’s when I ponder most.

Is this what I really want?

It’s not the hours I’m talking about (although the hours are really killing me). But more do I really want to work around such unreasonableness? Such insensitivity? .. around people who think work’s life?

But it’s not, is it? There’s family and friends, love, life..

Don’t get me wrong, I (still) love my work.. (I’m obviously not articulating my “stoning” mind very well). Let me quickly sum it up;

I don’t want to end up being one of them.

I don’t want to end up thinking that being unreasonable and insensitive is acceptable - it’s not.