So I’m writing this as my husband is away at work. Not to be a downer, but I hate work. I hate it when I have to work, and I hate it when JW has to work. Anything that keeps us apart from each other is an enemy. Work is an enemy. Especially lately. I feel like I work all the time. And to make matters worse, I am loathing my job passionately. I used to find such great fulfillment in it, but I guess five years is enough. It’s just that I feel trapped in my job because we need the money.
I’m sure most of you reading this feel my pain. Question: You know how it really just makes you physically ill to think you have to be at work in thirty minutes and that you’ll have to be there all night long, only to have to go straight to your other job until 1300 hours (1:00pm) and then to return to your loathed job again tomorrow night at 2200 hours (10:00 pm) and stay there until 1600 hours (4:00 pm) on Saturday? Yeah, I’m feeling that physical pain right now. I just need to be grateful that we have the income. We really are so blessed to be able to work, especially when so many are struggling right now. Plus it builds our characters, eh? I sure wish a different job could be building my character right now. If any of ye know of job openings, can you do me a solid and holler?