When I applied for my current position, initially there was talk that it could be a 36-hour a week one, but silly me, I said "Let's just keep it at 40 and see how it goes, shall we?". As I was new to the job and environment, of course I was eager and perhaps a little too accommodating. I took on extra work and have done more than my fair share of overtime. It paid off, too, inasmuch as I got my contract extended; but now there's no question of me reducing my hours. On the contrary, with my manager so impressed with my progress she's indicated she's got me pegged for a senior position, I don't think now's the time to start asking to work less. She obviously thinks I'm as big a workaholic as she is.
Not that I really need more time off; not now when I'm sleeping better. What a difference a good pillow makes! It was an impulse buy picked up in a sale, I didn't think I needed another pillow, but when I woke up the next morning, I was amazed to find that I could actually sit up in bed without feeling as if I were being sawn in half. Before, I always had to sort of roll out of bed and then slowly and carefully, using all fours, get myself into a standing position. My back would be killing me, but now...I won't say I'm free of pain entirely, but it's manageable. And I don't feel so tired anymore, although that could just be down to the arrival of spring. Still, I wish things could go back to the way things were before I had my recurring bouts of sciatica, because every time I've had them I seem to be worse off.
This afternoon, I'm going to see Kate Winslet in The Reader; afterwards, I believe we're going to try out a new Mexican place. Beans and guacamole, when I feel fat enough already...::sigh:: yes, I have been putting on weight over the winter, and I'm not happy about it. If only I could instill some discipline in myself!