Today I am weary. It's as if everything's harder than it needs to be. As if gravity got turned up a bit. I don't like being weary. Not so much tired, as exhausted. I don't know why this is, but I don't like it. All my muscles ache, and don't work well, and it's not because I've actually done anything today - the height of energetic was walking for 10 minutes to have a look around a new gym, and get rained upon. (The new gym looks quite nice, I've signed up and it's right next to work, which is good)
Work has also decided that time sheets detailing down to the minute what we're doing is a good idea. I'm not so sure I agree. In fact, I'd go as far as saying it's pointless, annoying and actively counter-productive, and if it weren't for the fact my notice period is a month, and this is coming in on Wednesday, I might just quit.
Bleugh.
Work has also decided that time sheets detailing down to the minute what we're doing is a good idea. I'm not so sure I agree. In fact, I'd go as far as saying it's pointless, annoying and actively counter-productive, and if it weren't for the fact my notice period is a month, and this is coming in on Wednesday, I might just quit.
Bleugh.