28th March

I lost an hour on Sunday and still didn't feel like the weekend was ever going to end, with two full length shifts and then a bit more. My industry has an exceedingly high turnover of staff. I don't think it's necessarily because people can't handle the work, but because the nature of shift work requires you to make certain sacrifices that some people struggle with. I think my life would be improved immeasurably if I could find 9-5 work and that's what I've got to strive for.

In the meantime, I have an exam tomorrow. I'm trepidatious about it. But then I was trepidatious about the last two. I feel like this is my "Boy Who Cried Wolf" moment though. Having falsely floated the prospect for so long, this is the part where I get my face mauled off. I've never failed an exam. I suppose it stands to reason that there's a first time for everything. But it'll hit me both in the pocket and in the head if I do.

Not only have I not been taking care of myself physically but I've also let my mental health slip a bit of late. I went through a prolonged depressive episode earlier in the month and have only been taking my medication sporadically. I'm now back on it regularly and hopefully in a much better position to handle things. Even if one of those things is ballsing up an exam.


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