For the past week, I've been going home 8PM on the average. That's three hours from when my shift actually ends. Now I know that isn't really much compared to how long other people stay in the office, but that's a ginormous feat for me.
Well... no, actually. It used to be unthinkable for me to think about work a lot. But now, I haven't really been making a big deal out of it. Like I told my boss, this devil-may-care attitude I'm swimming in is helping me work -- for the meantime that is. I'm being very agreeable, and I try to dodge any crossroad or circumstance which can lead to anything even remotely stressful.
I accepted the lead position because I figured I can do it -- even if I didn't want it -- and it wasn't inconveniencing me too much anyway. I mean, sure I get to go home around 8 or 9, and SURE it never fails that I sleep with a slight headache every night, but BIG EFFING DEAL. I live a few blocks from the office anyway. In fact, I forget about it so much, sometimes I even miss tracking my overtime hours. Insane, yeah, I know. But hey. I don't really give a flying fug.
Anyway, I'm not counting on anything to last. Much less the rare times when I'm this way. Burnout is always a possibility. And the moment I start feeling the heat... I'll be sure to scream my lungs out so the world will know.
