Coming home too damn tired to do anything else, even including chores, is top for me.
I have dishes lying around, laundry needing to be done at somepoint, some extra small tasks to do. But, trying to go ‘above and beyond’ for a shitty job just leaves you with nothing left to do them, having to waste time off to finally do them.
I’m in a building that’s not my home, for 8 hours (used to have some days where it was 10 hours), a night. Where my company tries to tell me to treat their building that I work in, as a second home. Dealing with all of these tasks that ultimately mean nothing in the grand scheme of things. Dealing with people who conveniently forget a lot of the time, as to how to be a normal human being and they being at your expense.
And in addition to coming home too damn tired to do anything else, I’m sometimes worrying if what I’m making now for however many hours, is enough to cover everything I need to have or want to have.
I don’t hate the hours, but I hate the constant process of it all. That we are expected to be at the computer about 8 hours every day, even if it’s clear that our efficiency has dwindled.
And I’m in a lucky enough situation, that I wouldn’t even really have to do this. I could easily take a few days off sometimes, but I just … won’t until it’s actual vacation time. So after the vacation ends, I end up working efficiently for a month, so-and-so for 3 months, then absolutely shitty for a month and then it’s vacation again. Because I choose to.