The first day returning to work from a vacation is always a difficult day. It is only made more difficult when that day lasts for thirteen hours, and the bullshit seems to have gotten deeper in your absence. There was a point today where I thought I was going to flip my shit and just walk through the door, never to return.
I hate feeling like about my job. Unfortunately work is very important to my life. Sadly, as with most people, I can't continue any semblance of life as I know it without a job. So, the thought that once I work long enough to have a full kit of hiking/camping supplies I could disappear into the forest and live off the land is quite appealing.
I just need to remind myself that "This too shall pass." I can't let my feeble emotions get in the way of making progress. Work, as stalled as that place may be, at least provides means for me to work on progressing in other areas of my life.
I hate feeling like about my job. Unfortunately work is very important to my life. Sadly, as with most people, I can't continue any semblance of life as I know it without a job. So, the thought that once I work long enough to have a full kit of hiking/camping supplies I could disappear into the forest and live off the land is quite appealing.
I just need to remind myself that "This too shall pass." I can't let my feeble emotions get in the way of making progress. Work, as stalled as that place may be, at least provides means for me to work on progressing in other areas of my life.