staff infection

My job is making me sick.

I thought it was only a lack of sleep,
or maybe the way I was eating once a day;
and then mostly crackers and cheese, or soup.
So I've upped my protein and my fiber as well,
eating Luna bars and Cliff bars and tuna and tofu.
I've been trying to get more sleep, and succeeding some of the time,
yet I continue to feel tired, and depleted and worn down.
Last week I began a breakfast routine, forcing down a bowl of healthy cereal
instead of jamming the usual french press coffee IV into my arm and heading out the door.
So far, I've found I can tolerate Mini-Wheats and Raisin Bran, though both leave me feeling
a little like I chowed through a bale of hay. I also like Crispix, though I'm afraid I like it mostly because it is closer to Count Chocula (sugar-wise) than it is to Muesli or Grape Nut Flakes.
This morning I had a bowl of what may be the worst cereal currently available on the planet (uness they've found a way to turn old shoes into nuggets, or tweed overcoats into frosted O's).
Uncle Sam... the toasted barley/flax seed nightmare that sums itself up nicely with the question written on one side of its box: Why Uncle Sam?
Why indeed!
I dunno why, but I can go on for days about why not.
Brown like soil, like bark - like poo.
Little and hard and woody and bland, with a hint of something burnt to keep your taste buds interested (in getting away from the load in your mouth so they can live another day).
If you can't find this item on your grocer's shelves, spread a layer of wallpaper paste on a cookie sheet. Paint it brown, let it dry, and then shave it into flakes. Add some tiny, dried black beetles (to approximate the flax seeds) and you've got it. And if, when you add milk, it turns into a chewy version of its former, pasty self - you're in U.S. heaven.
But - as usual - I digress.
And while I think my forays into healthier eating and deeper sleeping are fine and necessary changes for me to be making, I still believe my job is making me feel toxic and ill.
I've got an infection - a staff infection -
and I'm starting to think that quitting might be the only cure for me.

On that note - I just looked at the clock.
Unless I plan to start quitting now, I need to change
(out of my pj's and into a better attitude)
and head off to the salt mines.
Stay tuned.



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