..and I do not even have the energy to elaborate.
(Well, maybe a little energy)
To summarize the past two months, it has been:
Work. More work. Drowning in deadlines.
Waking up at 5 AM, leaving the house by 6 AM, arriving at the office by 9 AM. And leaving at around 11 PM. Getting home by 12:30 AM and sleeping by 1 AM. Repeat cycle. 6 days a week. I swear, I sometimes think about burning the office down but I know it will only have me working from home (which is more hassle), so never mind.
Mom’s confinement in the hospital (again). The day mom was confined, I still went to the office to work for 5 more hours after the 3-hour travel from the hospital to Makati. I swear, I just want this project to be over (out of the 3 projects I have remaining yay!) so I can actually attend to my sick mother in the hospital.
And gaining weight due to all the crazy stress eating.
On a more serious note though, I have seriously contemplated on things I never thought I would think about doing. I am just drained and exhausted. Not having the freedom to take care of my mom is honestly the biggest reason why I have come to despise going to work. I am grateful to have a job in this day and age, but it makes me feel like I failed in what truly mattered in life. I never imagined that I will ever come to a point where I will choose (or else, we will incur breach of contract) work (work not money, because the extra effort is free) I do not even like over my responsibility as a daughter. Ugh. I hate this.