ever feel like the weeks just lead into more weeks of the same thing?
that’s how i’ve been feeling lately. the weekends mean so much more to me, now that i work literally all week. i appreciate time off exponentially more, and i find that i’m appreciating the people around me more as well.
but then when the weekend’s over, another week begins and i get to relive the monotony all over again. woohoo. i manage the grocery and dairy department at a grocery store. go me. not really.
i guess i’m just writing this to get it off my chest. anyone who feels like i do?
i think it’s part seasonal annoyance (not depression) and part ‘i can’t wait for tour’. because i can’t.
hurry up, summer.
