Last week was probably one of the toughest I've had in a very long time at work but it could actually get worse before it gets better.
I put in extra hours, did a couple of 7.30am - 7.30pm days but I'm barely keeping afloat. I'm knackered. The only thing that's keeping me sane is that I'm making sure that I don't miss my gym nights - a couple of hours where I'm just thinking of working out, not work.
Spoke to my boss who said "You can only do what you can do," and told me to go home early on Friday, which I reluctantly did. Why was I reluctant? Because I was planning on staying late again. Think I'm losing it.
So I got home, drank a load of beer and felt better.
Then on Saturday, I drank a load of wine, got silly texts off the glamorous C and felt better.
Today, I worked out, relaxed in the sauna, ate tapas with the glamorous C and felt better.
Bring on Monday!