Fuck me I did paperwork all day and my brain is fried. I took Friday off to move and came back to tomfool amounts of paper. Digital paper but paper nonetheless.
Had to do payroll for Thursday, then worker logs for Friday, then end of day report for Friday, then payroll for Friday. More worker logs for Saturday, then I couldn’t do payroll for Saturday because I had to get started on worker logs for Monday (today) so I could get the end of day report out.
It’s not hard labor but goodness is it mind numbing. Each time I looked at the clock I just felt the little micro paper cuts nicking across the fingers of my subconscious. I think this is a slight bit of the universe showing me what my work would be like if I just punched in and out. It’s not the worst but it’s not the best. It’s a job and most jobs just need doing.
Got more boxes unpacked. I don’t want to see this cardboard anymore. It irks me. Makes me feel confined. Our new apartment is on the second floor and it has vaulted ceilings, so I’m never super cramped, but even then the boxes make me feel cluttered. I don’t feel lived in when there’s things all packed away.
I’m going to try and go to bed early tonight because my everything is just sort of done. Here’s to hoping my dreams don’t keep me awake.
Love you mom, dad, sis, Marie, Amelia, kitty