On the daily grind
So I'm really hating work at the moment. I'm really hating work at the moment.
My boss has impossibly high standards, the work is boring and mentally draining and after ten straight-ish hours on my feet between leaving home and arriving back I'm pretty well worn out. Even worse are the hours. Weekends? One in four off if I'm lucky. My shifts either finish at ten at night or start at six in the morning, back to back at some point in most weeks, so I choose between cutting my sleep and being a zombie or forfeiting evenings entirely. With small exceptions, I can't remember the last time I saw most of my friends. New year maybe?
The last few days I've woken up and the first thing in my mind has been dread and despair, although this has fed into and from other things too, I can't quite tell what's going on there. This morning as I sat up to ready myself I compared myself to Prometheus when he sees the eagle approach, a feeling of resignation, of "can we just get this over with please?", all the with the knowledge in mind that the same time the next day is only a few hours away.
I don't have the time or the energy to find another job. I don't have the money or the courage to just quit and cross my fingers. I work to sustain my life and am robbed of all the things I live for.
This is such horseshit and I can't even muster the energy to get properly angry about it.
My boss has impossibly high standards, the work is boring and mentally draining and after ten straight-ish hours on my feet between leaving home and arriving back I'm pretty well worn out. Even worse are the hours. Weekends? One in four off if I'm lucky. My shifts either finish at ten at night or start at six in the morning, back to back at some point in most weeks, so I choose between cutting my sleep and being a zombie or forfeiting evenings entirely. With small exceptions, I can't remember the last time I saw most of my friends. New year maybe?
The last few days I've woken up and the first thing in my mind has been dread and despair, although this has fed into and from other things too, I can't quite tell what's going on there. This morning as I sat up to ready myself I compared myself to Prometheus when he sees the eagle approach, a feeling of resignation, of "can we just get this over with please?", all the with the knowledge in mind that the same time the next day is only a few hours away.
I don't have the time or the energy to find another job. I don't have the money or the courage to just quit and cross my fingers. I work to sustain my life and am robbed of all the things I live for.
This is such horseshit and I can't even muster the energy to get properly angry about it.