Elevator. On my way. To Work.
I find myself fighting for time - constantly. Who isn't though, right?
NOW - How's this for interesting? I've sequestered myself off for 100 hours. Yes, you heard me right. ONE HUNDRED HOURS to do what I have to do with no unsolicited interruptions. 100 hours! Yes, I've got my phone on me. Yes, I'm checking facebook. Yes, I'm sending emails. (But only when I want to). Yes, I'm sleeping, eating, seeing a friend here and there. Yes, I'm in contact with my amazing supportive husband. I am currently in hour 45 of 100. Yes, It's Sunday - and yes, I'm working on a Sunday. Here's what I've done so far since 12:01AM PST Saturday, July 28:
----------- updated on 8/31/2012 at 02:14AM on the second 50 hours:
100 hours is overkill. It's inhumane. Not human. Go with 48 hours if you need to. I worked the last 25 hours straight because the clock was going - and I should have known better. I burnt myself out that week - when I returned back to the real world after those 100 hours were complete, I was so burnt, it took me a good 2 weeks (probably more) to recover. Not good. Yes, and I'm currently working at 2AM in the morning... You'd think I'd learn. I am motivated right now to power through so that I can spend the next 3 days doing nothing but being with my husband for his long birthday weekend away at the beach together. Leaving the laptop at home when we leave tomorrow.