Saturday, June 28, 2014
This week has been a (w)itch. Thursday we got an $83,000 check from one insurer. It was complicated and required careful handling more than usual (the detail ran 59 pages). I worked six hours straight on it -- barely stood up, didn't eat or even use the bathroom. I finished around 4PM. Did I feel proud or accomplished? No, just stupid and vaguely depressed.
I keep feeling like if I don't do more, give more, never need rest or food (just the perfect little corporate robot), then I'm worthless and a slacker.
Which is probably a major reason I'm on a walker at only 61 -- glued into the cube until quitting time.