I'm sitting here, staring at a pair of computer screens. Papers all over my desk. Projects in various stages of completion. And all I can think about is how freaking pointless this all is.
Get up at 5 a.m., shower, make breakfast, get the kids ready, kiss the wife, go to work, sit on my ass for 9 hours, come home, make supper, clean up, spend an hour with the kids, get ready for bed, collapse on the sofa, go to bed. Rinse. Repeat. Then the weekend comes and we pack so much into two days they are gone in the blink of an eye.
I'd kill for a four-day work week. Or more flexible hours. Or the ability to just say tittysprinkles it and go fishing for the rest of the day. Especially on days like today when there's not even a fart of a breeze and it's just tickling 80 degrees.
Do jobs like that even exist?
I shouldn't complain. I know folks are way worse off. I'm honestly thankful to have well-paying job in a field of study I actually got a degree in. But man...this Weekend Warrior crap is for the birds.
Get up at 5 a.m., shower, make breakfast, get the kids ready, kiss the wife, go to work, sit on my ass for 9 hours, come home, make supper, clean up, spend an hour with the kids, get ready for bed, collapse on the sofa, go to bed. Rinse. Repeat. Then the weekend comes and we pack so much into two days they are gone in the blink of an eye.
I'd kill for a four-day work week. Or more flexible hours. Or the ability to just say tittysprinkles it and go fishing for the rest of the day. Especially on days like today when there's not even a fart of a breeze and it's just tickling 80 degrees.
Do jobs like that even exist?
I shouldn't complain. I know folks are way worse off. I'm honestly thankful to have well-paying job in a field of study I actually got a degree in. But man...this Weekend Warrior crap is for the birds.


