June 30, 2009

This will have been the twenty-third day that I have worked without a day of rest.
The mornings come faster and I realize my limit is getting closer now.

The days drag on and on in endless repetition,

Bringing me ever closer to my inevitble breakdown.

Seems that I always just barely keep from snapping

and screaming like a mental patient of some kind at my staff.

I'll soon have to request that someone cover a morning for me.

Just the thought of a single day of rest seems to give me a little hope.

The stress of this position I maintain is eating at my to my core to be sure.

Of course I realize that it is hardly healthy to serve seven days a week ten hours a day, but for the time being it cannot be helped.

I suppose this will turn to be worth it in the end.

Or so I hope.

The questions come to mind, Should I not ask for help?

An assistant perhaps? Or maybe I should train one of my more reliable staff members and make them my trusted assistant?

I shall have to call a team meeting in the morning and see for my self wether or not I should bother... And more importantly, Do I have the reserve to not bother in either case.

Dear Gods on High.

Give me a little stregnth here.

D.