What is your favourite and least favourite part of a typical day in your life?
I’m using the daily prompts from The Coffee Monsterz Co — since coming up with my own ideas is clearly too much work. At this point, I’m too tired to argue with the universe, so fine, let’s talk about my day.
I spend my daylight hours driving a Meals on Wheels truck, which sounds heroic until you’ve done it long enough to realize it’s just you, the hum of the engine, and a bunch of lukewarm casseroles sliding around in the back. I knock on doors, hand over food, smile like a functioning human, and pretend I’m not mentally counting the hours till my next shift. Some of the people I deliver to look at me like I’m the highlight of their week. That messes with me—how something as small as a hot meal and a hello can mean everything. Makes my own exhaustion feel tiny and selfish.
When night hits, I swap the Meals on Wheels shirt for a Domino’s hat and dive straight into chaos. Grease, flour, angry customers, drivers shouting orders—it’s like a pizza-themed fever dream. People complain about toppings like it’s a personal attack, and I just nod because I need the paycheck. The air smells like dough and despair. Sometimes I catch my reflection in the pizza oven glass and wonder how I ended up here, juggling kindness by day and crusts by night.
By the weekend, I’m technically “free,” but that word has lost all meaning. My body feels like wet cement, and my brain just replays the week on loop. I think about doing something—go somewhere, see people, live—but the fatigue hits before the thought finishes forming. Depression sits quietly beside me, like a roommate who never pays rent but always eats your leftovers.
Still, there are these weird flashes of peace. Delivering a meal to someone who calls me “son.” Sharing a laugh with a coworker at 1 a.m. when the oven jams again. Those moments keep me tethered. They remind me that maybe showing up—tired, beaten, but still kind—counts for something.
Useful links for the beautifully exhausted:
How to Cope With Burnout When You Can’t Take Time Off
Caring for Others Without Losing Yourself
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