Being faithful to the byline of this blog, I am escaping the thesis process via writing this entry.  I have not posted anything new since the Tangential Professor, and for that I apologize because that post really wasn’t very funny or interesting or entertaining, and those are all of the elements I strive for in the maintenance of this blog.

There is a term in the social work field that we use for the unfortunate overload that many in the profession experience at one time or another, and can often lead to leaving the field.  We call it “burnout.”  Have you heard this term?  Now, I suppose I am not technically a full-fledged member of “the field” just yet, as I am still a master’s student and only work in “the field” three days a week, but on top of 24 hrs./week of internship, there is also 6 hours of class on Thursday, and writing this beastial whore of a document we call “thesis” in the mix.  To save time and money on driving (and to hopefully force myself to get work done via an absence of husband/bunny/kitty/TV/friends distractions), I rent a room in a lovely family’s home for Monday and Tuesday in Stockton, where my internship is (which is an hour away from home).  Oh, I also try to have a life thrown in there somewhere, so I guess what I’m trying to say is HOLY CRAP I’m tired.  Have you ever collapsed?  I mean really collapsed.  I’m talking: 1) walk in door; 2) dump all crap you’re carrying on floor; 3) locate couch; 4) COLLAPSE onto couch,  by which I mean, FALL onto it in such a manner as to make an indentation in the couch, so that you become a PART of the couch.

All my life I thought I knew what collapsing was, but I was merely plopping.  There is a difference, my friend, a big difference.  Plopping is saying “I feel lazy, I feel like sitting around a bit cause I’m bored so what the hey?,” collapsing involves no thought process of any kind, it is the result of some kind of internal homing device that gets activated when so exhausted that one can no longer think rational, active-related thoughts.

So, getting back to first idea of burnout, I guess I am seeing what it would take for one to feel burned out.  I’m only two weeks into internship, and already the extreme tiredness.  I totally love the internship though, so that negates all the missing home tiredness.  So, this time just some thoughts and a brief update.  If I run across anything interesting, I’ll try to post it.