Lost the love for your job? wanted to leave for a while but have continued to stay because you kept thinking you saw a light at the end of the tunnel?
I have decided this is quite like a relationship well past its expiry date. You keep thinking it will get better, you remember how it used to be, and you are sure (sort of) that it will get better again and you can go back to skipping into work on a sea of rainbows followed by chirping baby birds… maybe you have been thinking this for months… years even.
Instead you find yourself feeling sick at the thought of returning to work on Monday. There are periods of hope where you don’t have to force that smile, and you may not actually have an issue with doing a few extra hours to help out. After a while, you realise that these hopes are indeed false, and you are disappointed… again. You gradually realise that the promises of change, although well-intentioned and full of hope and sunshine are probably a far cry from what will actually happen, if anything changes at all… and you feel foolish for deciding to stay and ride out the rough patch (after all, fool you once shame on them, fool you twice…).
Toxic waste only turns your into a superhuman hero in the movies, toxic waste in your gut will just get you an ulcer. Not to mention, everyone around you is probably sick of hearing about it.
Sure, it would be better if you won lotto and quit working all together in favour of seeking out the best Mojito worldwide… but this is reality. So until then, at least find something that doesn’t make you want to blow your f&*king br&%ns out. Life is short, you gotta make it work for you.
Peace out Rockstars,