Dog Bites and Bee Stings

My current job wears me out. Thursdays have the Friday fatigue without the Friday ecstasy. However, there isn’t heavy breathing and sweating and back-breaking work. It is a mental fatigue. It is listening, and checking, and re-checking, and walking over here, and watching a clock, and waiting. Most of the conversation kills me. As I listen to my boss speak, I say to myself “This is exhausting.” The stress isn’t high, but the energy needed to get through the day is. I get home and think, “We hardly did anything today but I desperately need a nap.”