Needed to vent some frustration, actually more of needing to nag. Been so worn out the past month plus that even a short getaway didn't really help. My mind's been on work despite the long weekend, which doesn't help in the hectic weeks to come. Now I understand why people don't appreciate holidays during busy times. Holiday = less working days, which is supposed to be a good thing. BUT, as workload remains equal, less workdays = longer working hours, which is crap. I was walking to the interchange after work to catch a bus home, and I couldn't help but feel sad (not yet depressed, fortunately) that I missed the sun. It was a stark difference from when I went home early one day (efficiency was like zilch that day) and I felt good. So good that I finished dinner chatted online, played game and woke up happy the next day.
I should really do something about how I think about my work. As of current state the detestation is just festering in me, and if I don't rid it, I'm gonna start hating myself. That's in the worst-case scenario of course. But, in my definition, imaginable equates possible, so I'm not taking my chances.
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