It’s a pretty sad fact of life that I’m slowly becoming consumed by my 9-5 job. I get SMSs after hours until 6.30 pm. I wake up and think of things carers need to know before 8 am, so I send them messages. People harrass me after hours. And me, I’m only a temp.
Sucks to see everything else slipping away… books, collaborative project, podcasts, publicity, even my dancing this week! I’ve missed two classes and don’t know wtf I’m doing.