Sacrifice

I feel like I am sacrificing a lot for work right now and I'm struggling dealing with it.
I was supposed to have an additional day off for the San Francisco trip to enjoy some time in the City before running and getting sore but I had to give the day up because of everything that is going on at work. I also am having to miss Poopa's funeral tomorrow. I would like to be there for his tribute and to be there to support my family and to say goodbye but it's not going to happen. Especially not after the news we received yesterday at work. The poop officially hit the fan.
Today, my boss has been in tears most of the morning. The pressure and lack of communication from upper management has pushed her to a breaking point. I am trying to keep her positive with images of our co-workers stuffing their faces with sausages on a breakfast break downstairs in the cafe (true story, I saw it with my own eyes), but trying to stay positive takes a lot out of me too, especially when I feel like I am sacrificing a lot.
I'm starting to feel like I did in my last job, a long, long, time ago. The claustrophobic feeling of not being able to take time off, instead being chained to the desk. On one hand it is good to be needed and it feels like security and that I gotta buck up but on the other hand I feel like in 20 years is it really going to matter that I had to learn a new program and close a month or will I just remember that I wasn't able to be there with my family?
Well, in retrospect I've been through much worse but I'm not sure when we will be through this. At least before I knew come April 15th I was a free woman, this time, I don't have an end date in sight. I'm just taking it like I always do, one step at a time, one foot in front of the other and keep on truckin.

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