That's 682 minutes.
That's 40920 seconds.
If you want to take that even further, in the past 48 hours I have spent 1364 minutes working and that in turn equals out to about 81,840 seconds of my life lost to the man.
And that's way too long in my opinion.
Now mind you.. I love what I do. I love the people I work with. I just love love love it.
But the hours.. danggggg... they are killin a sista. I feel like a prisona' in here sometimes, which is ironic considering my career.
I try really hard to not get burnt out on it. But sometimes with my line of work, I do. Not only is the stress a killer.. but the fact that there is only so many of us to go around. Obviously people get sick, or go on vacations (which I need to do.. my last one was Alaska!), or have other obligations such as the myriad of trainings that we've been going to lately.
We all have to work to cover. So sometimes that means pulling 12's, working your days off and adjusting your schedule in such a way that no person in there right mind could sleep enough hours to function.
All the while still maintaining our perky postivity.
Sometimes I just don't feel perky postive. Sometimes I have to think of so many things at once for such an extrordiary amount of time, that my brain starts to cry. When your brain cries.. that isn't good.
Thus, why I blog.
To maintain some minor levels of sanity without completely going US Postal Service on someone.
So my question to you: Do you feel that you work too much?
I know I do.