Thinking...

My job is wearing on me...physically, mentally, emotionally. The job in and of itself is something I enjoy doing, as I've mentioned before. I like what I do, I'm good at what I do, and I am grateful to have my job in the economic craphole we're all in.

Aside from all that, it literally takes up more than half of my day. I'm on the bus at 7:00 AM, I work until 6:00 PM (with a two hour break in there), and I'm not to my car until 7:30 PM (the earliest bus to catch on the way home is 6:40). By the time I get the kids from their dad's house, it's 8:00 before we're home. Then kids are hurried to bed because an early morning is just around the corner.

I end up staying up way too late to savor the pithy sliver of time I have before I have to start the whole thing all over again. Problem is, I'm droopy from the minute I wake up. I sleep on the bus to work, I sleep on the break table during my two-hour split, I sleep on the bus on the way home. I'm pretty sure I'm sleeping right now.

The worst part of it all is that I hardly see my kids. We wake up together in the morning, I put them to bed at night, and on my days off I see them a little extra after school.

I don't know how much longer I can do this. My thoughts are beginning to center around a new job, maybe school, maybe not. I don't know what's out there for someone with no college education and little experience. What I do know is that I will be provided with what I need, one way or another. If I keep my mind open and my sights set on something better, I will find what I need. I just hope that opportunity doesn't pass me by while I'm passed out, drooling on the break room table...