That is how I feel as of late. I suppose it is a crime for me to be busy.
How come when you are bored no one calls, but the minute you find something to do, everyone is on your ass?
I have worked for the past seven days straight. Today is the first day that I have been free. And everyone I know is mad at me for not calling them back. I have gotten it from all angles, including a passive aggressive email this morning (“Who knows, maybe you just don’t want to talk to me. Nite.”).
I don’t know about anyone else, but I ride my bike to work, then stand of my feet for hours upon hours (that’s the life of a student…you take the jobs that give you flexible hours). Now the riding gives me energy (keeps me healthy), but there are only so many hours in a day, and eight of those I like to contribute to sleep. I apologize for not suffering from insomnia like all the rest of you freaks out there (kidding, but not really).
And is it so wrong for me to tell people to “relax” when they are jumping down my throat?
Okay, I have vented now.
