I Know I’m Working…

I know I’m working too much when I tell someone I have, “a 2-hour meeting at seven o’clock” and the person asks if that’s, “morning or evening?”  In this case it was an evening fitting.

I know I’m working too many hours when I’m certain that, “that’ve” is a word.  What?  Time to go home.

I know I’m working too hard when I bonk while sitting in my work chair.  This happened today for the first time.  It took me a while to realize that I was bonking.  That shouldn’t be possible while not exercising.  But I did it.

I know I’m working too fast when my glasses look like I’ve been riding at the back of the pack for 6 hours in a rain storm.  In other words, I can barely see out of them but I don’t take the time to clean them.

I know I’m working too much when I literally sigh with longing that I’ll be able to sleep in until 6:45 am tomorrow.  I didn’t expect I’d actually sigh.

I know I’m working too much when I can’t seem to water the only plant I have in my office.  So sad.  It’s incredibly durable and resilient.  I have a lot I can learn from my neglected hanging office plant.

I know I’m working too much when I’m brushing my teeth and trying to type at the same time.  Doesn’t work, but that doesn’t stop me from trying; again, and again, and again.

I know I’m working too fast when I can’t read my own notes – a lot of notes.  Hand writing is soooo slow.

I know I’m working too fast when spell-check can’t figure out what I’m trying to spell.  When it recommends “agrarianism” when I meant “generation” it’s time to type slower.

I know I’m working too much when I’m eating lunch of dried noodles more than about once per month.  Right now I think I’m doing this about twice a week.  Yuck.

I know I’m working too much when three people today asked if I was growing a mustache; all that means is that I don’t have time to shave.  And I can’t even grow a real mustache.