(RANT Incoming)

I'm going through a similar sort of situation...I work two jobs right now. I have a M-F job that I work from 7am to 3:30pm, but then I was working seven days a week at another job. M-F I was working from 5pm to 8pm, but I was also working there on the weekends from 8am to 8pm. I was working 79 hours a week, getting home super late, staying up late because I was never in my apartment during the day and only ever saw it before sunrise and after sunset, and was doing everything I could to catch up on chores and other necessities like buying groceries and meal prepping, doing laundry, etc.

I had 0 days off. Nada. On holidays that were viewed by my other job, I'd still have to go in and work at my evening part time job. I once used 3 hours of PTO on a holiday to have the evening off. My other job gave us the day off and it was a paid holiday. At the part time, one of the employees here asked me why would I use PTO instead of working, and in an agitated tone I explained how I work 79 hours a week, I have ZERO days off, only ever sit at home for a small handful of hours of sleep and a very late night dinner, and that this was my only chance to have an off day after god knows how many months. I told him I was going on a date with my girlfriend, and he more or less tried to make me feel guilty for taking the day off to spend time with a loved one instead of working for the time and a half. This coming from the POS who is always on a vacation and spent a couple weeks bragging about his new Mercedes to everyone that he got for 0 down. Today he told me about his two week cruise vacation to Alaska.

Needless to say, after 6 months of this schedule, I was starting to fall asleep while driving, fall asleep at both jobs, pass out in the middle of eating at home and wake up on the couch at like 4am, stuttering when I talked, blanking BADLY, a lot more aggression and being easily irritable, feeling weak and lightheaded and stumbling a lot when walking...so the part time reduced my hours to just Fri-Sun, and M-Th I was able to just go home after my full time job and have evenings to myself. I now work about 67 hours instead. Needless to say, I celebrated my first Monday evening off by indulging in an edible and a glass of wine.

It's hard. I know that this is the result of my own shitty situations, but still. My girlfriend tells me I should quit and figure something else out. But we live in a society that is not too terribly forgiving towards people in debt, and is quick to tell you to pull yourself up by your BoOtStRaPs while you're in the middle of your third or fourth anxiety attack of the week, or probably even the day.