I could never be a workaholic

So, this last week was murderous, that is to say, that by the time Saturday ended I would have liked to murder someone, anyone, as long as there was blood. I think it would have made me feel better, although the consequences wouldn't have been good. Overall this last week, I think I worked 54 hours in 5 days. Talk about tiring, especially to a girl who is used to getting only 25 hours a week or so.

As most of you know, I work two jobs: one, at the Decker Lake Youth Center, and two, at the Joseph Smith Memorial Building. At one, I work with delinquent teenagers, and at the other, I work with mostly college-aged young adults who sometimes act younger than teenagers. At one, I need to be responsible, and at the other, I feel like I'm the one grown up enough for responsibility. Anyway, on Thursday, Friday, and Saturday, I had to split my days between both jobs. I did well on Thursday, but when Friday came I was already feeling the affects of an already long week. I went to Decker in the morning, had to work with 6 emotionally unstable and needy girls, got paint on my favorite and only pair of khakis, and got bawled out by my supervisor. In between shifts I did a little shopping therapy, visited my Grandma, felt a little better, and then it was off to job number 2. There, I felt like I was the only one working, trying to be done so that I could go home. All others were standing there with their mouths hanging open and blank eyes, doing nothing. Then I got in trouble for working too hard and too fast, while 4 of my fellow co-workers engaged in a food fight. I tell you, these dorks act like they are 5. Thank goodness for moms, Tylenol, and Dr. Pepper; I don't think I would have survived Saturday without them.

I think that my work experiences over the last few days have taught me something: That I will never, ever, ever, become a workaholic. I'll tell you, all work and no fun isn't very fun at all. Wasn't it Brigham Young who said something about prioritizing your day so that you get 8 hours of sleep, 8 hours of work, and 8 hours of fun? I think I should follow the prophets' counsel more thoroughly: play more, work less, and get a good amount of sleep. Oh, and I'll think about that "no killing" thing, too.