Anyone else literally forcing themselves to get to work since the alternative is homelessness?
Sometimes I feel like this can’t be healthy.
Internally coaching myself to stay at my desk and not run out with some excuse or quit. The mental anguish.
Thinking about having to get through the entire week, forcing myself to be at this place for 8 hours straight every day.
Of course I don’t expect to get money for nothing.
I do enjoy working to a degree. Just not for 8 hours of the main part of my day 5 days a week. 6 hours would be so much more doable. Leave me time to cook dinner, straighten up the house, and still have a few hours to myself. but who can afford to live off this kind of salary?
It’s the full time rat race that’s killing me. Having every minute accounted for before and after work to get everything I need done. Working out. Showering. Prepping lunch. Cooking a fresh and healthy dinner. Getting a decent amount of sleep.
Where do I fit in what I want to do? Friday nights I’m so exhausted from the week that night is shot.
Sunday I have my housework, yard work, chores and errands. Prepping for the upcoming week.
Saturday – one day. I get one full day to myself. Hopefully there’s not a baby shower, relative or friends birthday, wedding, etc etc.
My life revolves around work….. and I can’t handle this for the next 30 years.
Netizens’ comments
- I feel this post in the deepest parts of my soul. I’m working two full time jobs and trying to stay sane enough to maintain my relationship with the wife and kid…
- That’s the best part of a 9-5 job. Getting off work, making it home at 6 & then doing food deliveries from 630 to 9 so I can afford food.
- Yup. Every single day. And I even work for a great company where I’m treated like a human – I still get this gnawing feeling like I’m wasting my life and I constantly ask myself how my parents did this for 30-40 years. It’s crushing and I hate it. I just want to chill and enjoy my life, not enrich some corporate a-hole that I’ll never meet.