The shortest work weeks seem to take the longest. They start up fresh and quick and slow to a mundane drag. Maybe it's the anticipation and energy of catching up that first day that makes me promptly eliminate all and every bit of work that needs to be done. I throw myself into hyper-speed and get all the things that seem to have piled up done in a nano second of time. It leaves me in the following days wondering why I was in such a rush to finish. What to do, what to do.
Then after a few days of keeping myself occupied with only a small ration of work, I'm more exhausted than if I had really gotten a lot done. No wonder I'm dragging by the end of the week.
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