You wonder how everyone does it, trudging to work five days in a row, slogging it out and then trudging back in a state of near collapse. Week after week, year after year. It's enough to depress anybody, no matter how much you love your job.
It's harder when you've had a week off. Five working days hit hard when they come after a week of goofing off (and no, I didn't manage to go to Ikea, that's how switched off I was). A Saturday off that's filled with chores that piled up and back to work on Sunday.
Though I really shouldn't complain. The roster is good to me this month. Tomorrow is the only Sunday I have to work in September, the rest of the Sabbaths can be kept holy.
And this week was a good week going to work on the bus -- it's the one-week mid-semester break for the schoolchildren, so that meant that the bus was free of sweaty kids. It really makes a difference on a sunny afternoon when you need a motive to get out of the house and into work.
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