Work hard = hard work

It's progressively getting harder at work. By the time it hit around four this afternoon, I was fit to burst. I just didn't want to be there at all. Sad as it may sound, I'd rather sit at home and mope than sit in the office trying to get work done and failing.

A number of my colleagues commented that I seem really tired these days, and my eyes are constantly red. They say I look like a walking zombie. All I can tell them is that I'm having trouble sleeping. They tried to help me out with such helpful suggestions as going for a run to tire myself out, and drinking warm milk before going to bed. They're a nice bunch, really, too bad I doubt it'll work. Think if I go for a run now I'll just faint and die halfway.

I suppose it doesn't help that I don't really have any friends at work. I share an office with a superior who's in his forties. I'm surprised he's still tolerating me; I mean, he's higher up the hierarchy than my supervisor. The younger guys (junior to me) are all in the main office connected to mine. I can often hear them laughing and joking as they go about their duties.

Actually, I do have a friend at work, though he's in a different department. He's kinda going through a similar thing with his girlfriend at the moment, so we can be sad together. I guess talking about it helps, a little. Unfortunately, his duties mean he's out of the office a lot; he didn't come in at all today. So I was pretty much by myself today. Which really sucked.

Added to that is the fact that the superior I share the office with was out nearly the whole day today. When he's around, I have to at least appear like I'm trying to get some work done. But he's out...it's really hard. Hard to concentrate at all, hard to not think of her all the time, just hard.

I think work is no longer the best part of my day...