That's me. Burnt.
I feel like everything that happened this past week has me completely burnt out. Maybe it was the 6 hour car ride on Saturday, lack of sleep, seeing an overturned van on the 101 with toys scattered across the lanes of the freeway, going to a funeral on Sunday (unrelated to van incident), various "dramas" I should not be involved in, an overbearing manger at work, demanding specialists that I work with, realizing how much my family depends on me, that I will be turning 25 in a few short weeks, and that if I don't leave my job by the end of the year I just may crack...
At the end of the day, after spending 10 straight hours at work, I walked straight to my car, sat, and just cried for the first time in a long time.
I don't know why. I guess it just all came out - all the frustration and I guess, the weariness of being THAT person.
I gave myself 5 minutes, shook off my frustration from work, and then pulled out of the parking lot... off to be the dutiful shoulder for another.
