There is a word for what I am. Tuckered, knackered, weary, worn out, rode hard and put up wet...no matter what you want to call it, it's what I'm feeling. It all started at 3:30 AM.
As I was getting for work, I gazed longingly at the bed I'd just vacated and thought, "Oh, I want to crawl back into that bed so badly. Why did I change my vacation day? Why did I agree to come in early? What was I thinking? What is wrong with me?????"
And this after a nearly sleepless night the night before.
I get to work, and I'm there working away. The day is passing, albeit slowly. Finally, it's time to go...buuuut a certain former group leader ran up to me at the last minute and asked if I could stay late to help him do a prototype coil. Sigh....It was only a few minutes, but it just made the day a little longer.
Tomorrow, we have to go in at 6 for our annual safety training and stuff. As if I weren't already tired...