Work is Hard
Other than some management consulting work, my last full-time, getting-paid-for-eight-hours working day was September 10, 2010. Fast forward 506 days…I started a full-time working job.
And since I commute 2 hours a day, I would call this full-time and then some!
Whew! I’m tired!
I’m working in an out-patient clinic as a psychiatrist seeing patients. The work is intellectually challenging. I feel emotionally drained at the end of the day. I’m ready to get back to my RV and kick my feet up. I usually stick to one cocktail. I’m drinking Jameson Irish Whisky at the moment. It’s served on the rocks.
Robin and I eat while watching the national news, and maybe take in a “taped” show on the DirecTV DVR. Then it’s off to bed.
Next morning, the alarm goes off at 5 AM. I’m on the road by 6:15 AM. Rinse and repeat.
Going from a state of repose to full-time work is a bit of a shock to the system. By the time Friday afternoon comes around, I am flat out exhausted.
Saturday mornings?…so so sweet. The coffee taste better on a Saturday morning after a long week of work!
Work…huh, yeah…what is it good for? Absolutely nothing
That’s not exactly true – there’s the cash money, feelings of confidence, contribution to society and economy, etc.
Most importantly, work makes Saturday morning coffee taste better.
Written by Ross
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Oh no! Sorry to hear about your misfortune
I worked a 30+ hour week a couple of weeks back, was the first weekend in well over a year that actually felt like one.
Brent, thanks. And now it’s Sunday and I feel like I’m back in school dreading Monday morning. Ouch!
Whew! I can’t read any more of this. I have to go lie down.
Hey Ross! Hang in there. I know Robilou and the pets are doing their best to take excellent care of you. Robin said to me the other day “work is overrated”. She’s right. And I’m just a winning lotto ticket away from being unemployed. LOL!!!
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