I have never known work like it.
I am in work, at my desk at 7am, and don’t leave until 8 or 9pm
I know you’ve all worked longer hours. So have I, but not for so long. Weeks on end. I work weekends and when I am not working I am thinking about work.
Last night I awoke, with a start at about 3 in the morning. There was a bloke in bed next to me. I desperately tried to remember who he was. Then I recalled I was married, so it must be my husband. Right?
What was his name?
I ran through the names of the guys I worked with. None of them sounded quite right.
Eventually I had to wake my own husband and ask him his name. Genuinely.
When he told me such a wave of relief spread over me. Of course! That was right, got it. Phew.
Bear in mind I got together with him when I was 18, I turn 36 next year. I’ve been with him almost half my life.
That I literally, for a moment, in a sleep fuzz, couldn’t remember his name is indicative of how out of balance that work / life thing is at the moment.
Still the worst should be over come Saturday ...