Longest Wednesday Ever

Today I was at work from 8:30 to 6:30, which felt like an eternity. Really, it wasn't *that* long compared with some of my grad school longest days, but somehow today felt ridiculous. Probably because when I left work my car was a lone island in a giant empty parking lot, and as far as I know I was the last person to leave the mental health wing of my clinic. Also probably because I was really working for almost every minute of that time, other than a couple of brief breaks to chat with co-workers while we sat at our desks working, and a very brief break to remove one of my contact lenses because my eye was getting all itchy and twitchy. I think having a contact lens in only one eye may actually be more hazardous than not wearing them at all, and for the second half of the day I think I was having depth perception problems, which probably didn't do anything to help my emerging headache. And maybe it seemed like a really long day because I had contact with a total of 18 different clients during those 10 hours, all of whom were either depressed, or had PTSD, or were suicidal, or had personality disorders, or all of the above, and none of whom seemed to be in a particularly good mood today. I have no idea whether I kept all those people straight, and I sure hope that I didn't make any huge mistakes, what with all the notes I had to write, and consults I had to send to other services for these folks. Oh, and did I mention that I usually have a co-therapist for the second half of the day, when I'm leading groups, and that today I was all on my own? Seriously, I feel like today was just a little too much. Anyone want to trade jobs for a while???