Malcolm Forbes said, “There is never enough time, unless you’re serving it.”  What a true statement.

These past three weeks have taken from me all my strength, all my thoughts, all my will.

My employer has seen fit to bestow upon me far too much work.  Each of the last three weekends has been spent tending to duties on their behalf.  Despite it not being my responsibility, they asked me to take our on-call task early and often—two weeks in a row, and now my turn has come on the schedule, so it’s mine for a third week.  They heaped upon my head major projects and problems, each of them critical, until I haven’t the bandwidth available to do anything other than work and sleep.

I despise it all.  There’s been no writing, very little time with The Kids, no gratitude or even acknowledgment, and certainly no time to address even the most regular of chores.  And what of friends and family?  I might as well be a stranger to them, for that truly is what I have become.

This is precisely what I wished to avoid in going back work.  This is the very thing I hated most about my entire career.

Now here I am again.