A whine

[selenay]

If it weren't for the fact that I am leaving anyway in two months, I would
be handing in my notice right now. It is impossible to plan anything in the
evenings with this job. If it were a late night every now and again then I
wouldn't mind. But it's a late night every other night and I can always
guarantee that if I want to be home in time to do something after work, that
will be the night that I have to stay two hours late.

Surely other people actually get to plan to do things after work? The odd
cancellation would be fine, but I have stopped even bothering to think about
going out after work because I hate having to let people down all the time.
And as for actually making it to my weekly phone call with historyterry...

Sadly, a lot of my local friends fill their weekends with boyfriend activity
so my social life is severely curtailed by all this.

I also seem to be only able to sleep when I am so exhausted I don't know
what to do with myself. I had a lovely relaxing bank holiday and felt really
good, so I didn't sleep much at all for the last two nights as payment. Now
I'm back to being so shattered that I was bouncing off walls this morning
and needed a large mug of insanely strong coffee to get going. And I was
still half asleep on the motorway. I predict that I will be needing the
caffiene pills again to get home safely tonight but I hate taking them
because I know they aren't helping with the insomnia.

The exhaustion is also ensuring that my IBS is playing up so I'm exhausted
and nauseous and just waiting for the stomach cramps to start.

Part of me wants to enjoy the time I have in England and not miss a single
thing. Another part of me just can't wait for the job part of England to be
over. There is no way that I am taking another job like this when I get to
Canada.

*sigh*

There are Krispy Kremes on the desk behind me, left for my team by a
grateful colleague. But I am too exhausted and icky to face the thought of
donuts. Poor uneaten donuts.