Work is a Prison
Ok so last night I dreamt that my job was a prison.  I don't mean that I got a new job in a jail.  I mean that my current job had bars on the windows and we were there doing time. I guess that this would be a perfect metafor for the way that I am feeling about my job lately.  I still like working with all the people there.  Its just that every time I turn around someone is adding a new project to my plate.  I already have way more things to do then there are hours in the day.  (And I am not talking about 8 hour shift, I am talking 24 hour day!!) It has gotten to the point that everything that they want me to do, just can't physically be done by one person.  In fact, I don't think it can be physically done by two people.  I am slacking off on so many of them because it is just too much.  I am burning out really fast! They keep wanting me to come in on weekends now to work overtime to get this stuff done.  I am getting so burned out that I just don't want to.  It is becom...