thoughts

i don't talk about this often.

but after an afternoon of repaying my sleep debt, my mind is now clearer.

been dismissive of my bad work-life balance, frequently. but this isn't normal at all.

at some points during these 2 months, i just zoned in and out of conscious existence. the prolonged late nights had worn me out. i told myself  'never again' when ever i had to burn the midnight oil to get a report done.

overstepping boundaries:
3 days before my wedding, i was rushing a report till the wee hours of the morning, cutting into my leave.
the day that my niece was born, i took leave in the afternoon, but because of some field related things brought up by client (there was an ultimatum threat), and no one else was around to handle it, i worked through that afternoon.

and it has happened again and again.

6 reports, all from different projects, one after the other, trout slap me. and no, can i say no? what's the alternative? pass it on to someone else who is equally stretched?

i'm glad my time is up.

saving that spark of passion that i have of my job scope before it gets extinguished by the inhumane hours that i put in.