If there was a rope, I’d be at the end of it. White knuckled and hanging on with the last of my fading strength. I thought I had a lot on my plate before; now add grief to the mix, and I’m officially burnt out.
The last two days at work have been an emotional roller coaster. I am the one and only HR person for a group of 200, so it’s my job to console employees as they try and come to grips with the tragedy of a lost coworker. It’s also me who talks with the widow to discuss life insurance and benefits. Between meetings and tears, I’m taking calls from my lawyer, realtor, mortgage broker, and contractors because my possession date is in one week. For those new to my blog — I sold in Dec, moved into a rental a week before Christmas, purchased a condo, and now moving again in two weeks. I’m picking out counter tops and flooring, organizing home insurance, setting up all utilities, and arranging help for the move. And that, my friends, was just today.
Afterwork, I will head to the gym to teach my fitness class, and then it’s home to study for the final exam I have this Sunday. I’M DONE. Finished — there is nothing left in the tank. My eyes are blurred and my head is throbbing. I just want to sleep.
Haha — sleep…. what the “F” is that? My girlfriends son was up again all night playing video games. NEVER again will I rent a basement suite from a friend. Nothing good comes from it.
This will all be over in two weeks. Until then, I’m the walking dead. Surviving only on coffee, wine, and sleeping pills. Someone wake me when it’s all over.