Labour Day

After having a free week, going back to work felt a bit like nuisance. I spent the entire Easter Holiday inside the house, but I enjoyed it. I missed staying away from humanity, from people’s demands. People are tiresome, they are stressing me out and because of that I am back at waking up around 4 a.m. again. Nothing helps. I can’t fall back asleep and I can’t survive the day without tons of coffee.

I know reducing the work day from 10 to 8 hours was earned by the blood of others, but sometimes 8 hours feel like 10 or more. There are days (or weeks) when I wish either the time to flow quicker or the time spent at work to be shorter.

This is not a good time for the depression to kick in, especially with the things going on. Despite the fact that I should enjoy this 3-day weekend, I feel down. Maybe those dark clouds covering the sky have something to do with it. My head feels fuzzy. I went outside, paced around the garden trying to get some clean air, but it didn’t help.

I keep thinking about switching jobs, although given the times we’re living in I should be thankful I still have a job. Maybe this will help me find my path, maybe it will open new possibilities. I want to dedicate those 8 hours a day to a job that matters to me, to something that won’t feel like wasted time.

What do you do when you get to the point when you don’t want to wake up the next morning only because you dread your job?

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