My mind is just burned out. I want to write, but it’s taken me a few days to even find the energy and desire to write this journal entry.

I’m guessing most of the brain drain and fatigue stems from the chaos of working in retail during the holiday season. I know the beast well enough. Hell, I’ve been a part of it for five years now. Working Black Friday was exhausting in every way possible and I’m, physically, still feeling it. After all, I lifted televisions no smaller than 32″ for the entirety of my 11+ hour shift. The worst feeling was hitting that physical wall at about 10am and realizing I still had another five hours to go. Combine that day with a lack of sleep over the weekend and you have one brain that doesn’t have the strength to dig too deep.

On top of that, my hours this week have been severely cut and I’m not thrilled about it. It’s happening to everyone in the department and they’re all coming to me for answers, but what can I say? Sure, maybe our supervisor should fight harder for the hours, but the fact of the matter is, the over night team is burning through money like there’s no tomorrow and, because of that, our budget keeps getting tightened. It’s a shame no one else wants to see it besides the people having their hours cut.

Other than that, I really don’t have much to say. I want to write. I just need to find the energy.