…you don’t seem to care about food splattered on the kitchen counter. Even after it is a day old.
…you can’t read more than a page before going to bed.
…you don’t feel guilty for missing the gym.
…your road rage is heightened. To crazy levels.
…you don’t give a shit what colleagues you don’t like think about you. And you are not your careful self when talking to them.
…you are straight up with unmotivated clients telling them upfront that if they are not keen to do the work, there is no point in coming in.
…leaving dishes in the sink for longer than usual is not a problem.
…the thought of going out on the weekend is not as exciting.
…dinner is a pain in the arse. Both making and eating it. And buttered toast feels like heaven.
…even though you are out of wine, you can’t be bothered to make a trip to the bottle shop to buy another one!
…you forget where you were headed in a conversation and stop mid-way.
…you can’t be bothered to run around with your little kitten.
…you haven’t cleaned the crap from your car in more than a month. And you have discarded on-the-go breakfast containers.
…you don’t have the energy to comment on blogs despite reading the posts. And you have difficulty replying to comments on your own.
…you can’t pay attention to anything on TV for longer than 5 minutes. Except maybe for the Big Bang Theory.
And of course, you keep counting down to Christmas eve.
4 more weeks of work to go.
Until next time,