Something’s got to give with this job. I’ve become the guy that bitches all the time.
Look, it’s not a bad job, right? It pays well. It’s not SUPER hard manual labor or anything.
But it’s terrible on my life. On my time to myself and my time at the gym in particular.
Part of me thinks, “HEY PEOPLE LIVED THROUGH THE HOLOCAUST NUT UP FAGMO”
but part of me also thinks, “Man, fuck it. No one can pay me enough to always be miserable.”
exactly.
Yes!
Someone else that hates their job.
I play the lottery. On days I feel optimistic enough.
I quit my design job last week.
I actually feel relieved.
I had been miserable there for months and I finally just broke.
Do what makes you happy and healthy. That’s what I decided. I was sick and tired of being sick and tried…and bitching about it.
You know.