I really want some honest answers. I am a woman on my own living with the love of my life and I like my job. Not love, but like. I work the average 40 hours a week, though some of my shifts can be 9 hours long since we get a 45 minute lunch break. There is a woman there who puts in up to 70 hours of work a week, so it's not as bad as hers, but honestly...
I come home and I'm too tired to make my love anything to eat, so sometimes he's nice and has dinner made for me. I am grumpy to him at times and sometimes when something frustrating happends at work I am upset at home. I am constantly tired, treasure my days off and am noticing a bit of depression. I am an artist and have not felt inspiration in months despite my love's attempts to coax me to draw.
Sometimes doesn't it just feel like you're living to work instead of working to live?
I'm waiting for my review to be part time so that I can work and do a little LIVING for my own mental sanity.
I come home and I'm too tired to make my love anything to eat, so sometimes he's nice and has dinner made for me. I am grumpy to him at times and sometimes when something frustrating happends at work I am upset at home. I am constantly tired, treasure my days off and am noticing a bit of depression. I am an artist and have not felt inspiration in months despite my love's attempts to coax me to draw.
Sometimes doesn't it just feel like you're living to work instead of working to live?
I'm waiting for my review to be part time so that I can work and do a little LIVING for my own mental sanity.
