Week of hell

Easter is here, and I’ve taken 3 days off over the weekend to simply recharge the old batteries - and worship the love of our Lord Cheesuz Christ obviously. His power is what gives me the strength to go on despite the fictitious hero constantly doling out life-changing setbacks and obstacles which aim to crush the pursuit of any happiness.

Anyway, sarcasm and total contempt of any religious ideology aside, the first week of the month had me at breaking point. For some reason, the real estate market exploded for about 10 days before thankfully calming down, and in March I did a ridiculous 31-day stretch with only a single job-free day. The first full week of March saw 21 jobs and a mileage just short of 1000. Each day started at 5.30 and ended in the early hours to prevent a build-up of post-production tasks. I’ve never been under so much pressure, and seriously considered packing the whole thing in for something much easier, and much better paid.

If the remainder of March had continued with the same intensity, I don’t think I’d have survived without physically breaking down. Everybody has their limits, and that first full week of March was when I reached mine. I sort of assumed it would continue unabated, so I was grateful to see things drop to a manageable level for the remainder of the month. Two jobs a day for six days a week would be my ideal schedule, and provide an income just under the national average wage - albeit without any holidays, sick-pay, or company benefits etc.

Anyway, enjoy your chocolate eggs. I’ll be back after the hols.