close to burnout

There are times (like.. every day) that I wish I either hadn’t gone to San Fran, or that I’d had a better time there. The better choice would be that I’d never gone. The reason I think this is that I’m at work, close to another crash and burn moment, and it’s not as if I can say I need a vacation, ‘cos I just took one, sort of.

And work is getting to that busy point where everyone has “Priority” projects and thinks that theirs is the most important. I admit, I enjoy the feeling that they can’t get along without me here, however there’s a limit to feeling wanted before it transfers over to feeling abused. Chris said we should do something relaxing this weekend. I’m not even sure I remember what that’s like. I just wish I had a sauna or something.