MRSS

I was going to say this in my farewell speech but on further thought decided to just put it here instead.

The last three months have been nothing short of hell, having had to work almost every single waking hour. I have lost sleep, lost weight and didnt lose my wife, but she did threaten to kick me out of the house a few times.

The work has been so stressful that sometimes i would wake up in the middle of the night, realising that some piece of work was not yet done or followed up on.

The jeans i struggled to fit into after CB, are now falling off my waist. Sometimes i did not have time to eat breakfast, until 3 or 4 in the afternoon.

While B has been understanding, there are naturally limits to it as well.

In short, it has both physically and mentally exhausting, and really, the only thing that kept me going, was the knowledge that it would be ending soon.

I hope to have back some 'me' time, be it to waste on TV or hopefully something more productive. After all, you are always replaceable at work, and it is never worth shortening your life expectancy over it (which i am pretty sure i lost more than 3 months of)