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...