When I took my current job, I worked for two therapists, things were pretty low-key, and breaks and lunch were on a schedule. Fast-forward seventeen years and there are now ten therapists, fast-paced days, and frequent overtime. My head is spinning by Friday.
I’m planning to spend this three-day weekend getting things back on track with some grocery shopping (the cupboards are bare), menu-planning (our meals have been hit-and-miss because I’m so drained by the end of the day), and getting things in order around the house (it’s amazing how much disorganization occurs in a five-day workweek in a house with two adults, a dog, and two cats).
Hopefully some birds will stop by tomorrow. I miss daylight most workdays and my birdwatching has been nil.