Tuesday, March 9, 2004
I think it's time for Prozac
I woke up late today, but not too late. 6 a.m. But I still didn't get myself ready to go to work. I did manage to get my daughter up and take her to school. I came back home and still had time to get ready and make it to work on time.
Instead, I just sat there. Finally, I took my shower, came out, and sat on my bed some more. 9 a.m. Finally, the moment came when I was supposed to be at work. I had to decide whether I was not going, or going in for just a half-day.
Finally, I hit upon the third option, just be late. That decided, I called my supervisor, let her know, finished getting ready, and went to work. I got there at 10 a.m.
Since January 1 of this year, I've missed five days of work, been late twice, and left early once.
I went on some shopping sprees and have, literally, dozens of new books that I need to read. (Some people go shopping for clothes. I go shopping for books.) Now I can't stand the sight of them lying around. They remind me of everything I have to do and that I'm not doing, and also the exorbitant amount of money I spent.
I could go on but I'm now more depressed than I was when I started. This didn't make me feel better like I thought it would. I don't know what my problem is, I just know that I'm in a major funk.
I do find it interesting that I've missed lots of work, yet I haven't missed a class this semester, and I'm faithfully going to the gym three days a week. Maybe not that interesting, after all. It just means that I hate my job. Also definitely trying to do too much, between my extracurricular activities, and ferrying my daughter around town to her extracurricular activities.
I just want to sleep. All the time.